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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
stones
worn down
limestone
secure swill
leading—at will—
to more
stones
protruding,
jutting skyward,
heaven bound
sounds of hell’s
howling hounds
all temples
come toppling
down.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 4, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: August 4th, 2026 07:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the The Thinking Dark collection.
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Comments4
so aptly put my friend, much enjoyed
Now a hymn has the lines:
'What with care and toil he (mankind) buildeth / Tower and temple fall to dust'.
That started me singing it, but everyone else wished i hadn't sung (screeched). lol.
"all temples
come toppling
down."
What a powerful statement of truth and applies to more that the physical temples but the inner ones as well. As a child I wondered why they called it limestone I tasted it and it had no lime taste to me.
Every temple like every effigy has its day.
Strange thing power, it stays with you till a more powerful force comes along and takes it away.
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