Nicholas Kennedy Sitton
I wrote this while still warm from the sun and hiking all day:
I’ve been to a place of lore. A place where the golden warmth bursts through a layer of cold and fog, its light shining down from the immeasurable heavens. A place with ravines and hooting owls. A place with running streams, the waters cold and reminiscent of the silver city. Travel to the east and you’ll find me. Lost in myself. Lost in the notions and delusions of grandeur. Lost in the unending wild where I am nothing. I am there, memorializing the beauty of freedom and the vastness of leaves and dirt that lies before me for those to come. I come with alchemy and electricity to tell the world about the palatial trunks and chandeliers of vines and birds. Nature’s beauty is the soul’s fountain of youth. With each step the woods engulf my doubts and my worries. Powerful titans roam these places, forces of change and existence that constantly keep the forest breathing and growing. The illusion that I am a ghost in the machine is shattered and my roots grow stronger. Being human gives us a great responsibility, the power to protect and understand the world around us. We must not forget that we are her children and that we work together. Within each of us is the power and energy bestowed upon us by those before and borrowed from those to come. Our uniqueness is our specialty, we are chameleons by nature. We are a universe created by the universe to observe itself.
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