
i am the
explosion
after the fact,
i am the damage done
to a most sacred pact,
the resolution
to your putrid pollution—
evolving toward regression
contra-evolution
revolving backwards
in the petri dish
of dehumanization.
this is my station,
my holy cause—
rip off the scab;
forget the gauze.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.



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