Mirrors

Tristan Robert Lange


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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛


A sandy beach,
Waves crashing ashore.
Foam settling in
And sticking to the gull's down.
Then erosion and a method of recycling.
The moon casts its reflection
On the pale body floating
On the liquid sheets.
A vivid dream of intercourse,
Then of the milk of life,
And raised nipples surrounded by the areola.
And this all happens around
The time of a child's birth.
The prodigal daughter
With the eyes of an enchantress,
The eyes of illusion,
And the power to walk through mirrors
To the other side.
She grows to be an enchanting seductress,
And has slept with
The rich man who has caused my pain,
And my agonizing death.
 
 © 1998, 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 30, 2026.
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Online Online)
  • Published: July 30th, 2026 07:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: For Throwback Thursday. Written in 1998 and now published here for the first time. Song, "Something in the Mind", paired as a song from the era the poem was written in.
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  • arqios

    There is that intimate power which can be abused and weaponised, the betrayal from which transforms ruinously from careless wielding 🕊️🙏🏻



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