Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
irises roll northward
into the hollowed recesses
of the liminal,
the cavern in between
death’s calcified face
and the cosmic kaleidoscope
of unequivocal unknowing.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 23, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 07:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
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Comments1
The iris is one of my favourite blooms, and the national flower of Firenze, this is really deeply beautiful as if you know someone so well, yet not at all. 🌹
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