the reason for the season?—
my mind commits treason
for no apparent reason,
and all there is left is pain—
like an exit wound drain,
curetted and left plain;
its seepage my bane.
treason committed
by my mind
against my
brain
as i watch
the sun
wane.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 22, 2026.
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Author:
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Comments1
Good write T. Nothing waning or decreasing about, erm, spinach, knitting, and sabres. Why that odd combination? WCAT!! lol.
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