By Spencer Llana
A line is drawn, but lines can be replaced
When evening comes with candles in pursuit
To fight the madness on that empty space,
The night’s sky strikes with the clash of Prussian blues.
It’s true a brush with death can break the mind
And strokes of genius tend to drown in fright,
Yet oil-based lambent lights dare to remind
That lost impressions canvas starry nights.
Now will you ask them for their secrets, too?
This quiet town, that lonely, steepled church?
The yellow moon, those bushy greens and blues,
Cypress that splits the sky? An endless search
For words within a maze no string can trace
Where lines are drawn, and lines can be replaced.
Spencer Llana is a Canadian student at BYU who loves the challenge of balancing academia with his creative literary pursuits. When he isn’t working on his next project, he can be found cherishing his time with friends and family. He is always ready to learn something new and values every connection that he makes. He loves collecting stories and learning more about what it means to be human.
Header image by Roger Camp, Inscape, Fall 2024
