
Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.
isolation’s irony falls,
flurrying fast—
flying phantom flakes—
in a sea of glitter white.
the colorless glare
an endless void—
sightless growing glow—
filled with the echoes
of the unaware,
guarded ghosts,
and demonstrably
defiant demons
determined
to deny a
welcoming
space.
why?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu


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