Hope, Despair

an atelier can’t repair.

Stormy, Starry Night

all I can do is stare

and reflect how I got here

filled with awe and fear.

Another Day, Another Dollar

spend, save, spend, regret… spend

Youth yells, “I don’t care!”

Age stutters, “is this it?”

From This to That, Tit to Tit

What do you want to do?

I was starving; so might as well become an artist too.

(what do you do once you become

dissatisfied with the mask you wear?)

actors beholden to the beast behind our production.

curtains close(?) void social contract(?) contagious freedom(?)

i stand broken living into this phantom

fully real

repressed to fake physicality —

gaslights fueled by civil charades (how many more…

Che Fare

Courtesy of Zachary Keimig

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Taylor Lindquist

theologian, writer, creative at the intersection of art, religion, and culture || Yale University ’21 M.Div || George Fox University ’18 BA

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