Tanner Istace Poems

There is a tick in my stomach.
There is a god in my throat,
An ambitious angel in my mind.
In a Society that pushes and congratulates and condones
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Brightness in the sky
Upon their weary faces
Grows red like a lie
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Tout est bon dans la modération
-All is dulled in Excess.
give me some Time and i'll waste it,
give me a Limit and i'll break it-
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We shall take time off
But I will offer you a present
And you shall leave (the(the future) past) .
I will sing you a poem
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let the smoke cleanse my mind
for that pure sight
let the smudge cleanse my soul
for a moment to see
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Steeped in nothing
No true sight
Delusions of the future
Strong in the lack of non-consumption
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not just about
what I perceived from your physical
manifestations stirring deeper emotions
not just
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