misfit

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how can i fit
when i wasn’t
made that shape?

how can i fit?
why should i

fit?

and
why have a fit
when one doesn’t fit
a container in which
you should sit?

honestly,
the notion has me lit
not high—but with grit—
i declare,
you might not like this bit,

you can take
that mold
and fill it with

shit.

POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.

© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

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Song pairing

The Bells of Belligerence off of my new album, Dark Alchemy. Take a listen:

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© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.