countdown
A breathless ascent toward the edge of self
POETRY • ANXIETY • EXISTENTIALISM
countdown
A breathless ascent toward the edge of self
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, human-authored.
ten, nine, eight, i hope this works, i cannot wait.
seven, six, five where’s my breath, where’s…my…alive.
four, three, two another ascent to death wheeze like glue
one, one, one one, one one
bone? gone? done? hone? lone? none?
run.
POET’S NOTE: Part of *The Mind’s Maze* collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 18, 2026.
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