
Most people accept a teaching’s essence,
Even though they’ve never examined its logic
Internally, comfort in certainty leaves its mark
Skeletal sapience builds with severed truth
Tyranny absorbs the new “civilized” schema
Eventually, fomenting fear suppresses scholar
Religion—but one example of a larger point
pause,
for wisdom will only speak slowly—softly—
once
Every person should commit to inner calm
Creation’s credence is found within silence
Knowledge worships Sophia, oculus animi
Heaven’s gates are found through process
Awareness is the only response—attunement
Resist the ones who decry truth as insane
Teachings that breathe life—make your center
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece employs my Biaxial Parallax form, using dual acrostics across opposing axes—one formed by the opening letters, the other by the closing. As an added constraint, the last letters of the end words are also acrostic. As the poem shifts, so too does its meaning—revealing how understanding depends on where one stands… and what one is willing to notice.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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