Saturday
August 24th 2019
A good day to be alive.
"The city is built on the backbone of wild things,
Beneath it their ancient hearts beat,
Layers on layers of lifetimes
Lying dormant below every street.
And above them the world rumbles onward,
A jungle of windows and walls,
Like ants that run from a rainstorm
The traffic chaotically crawls.
You can still sense the souls of the wild things,
As the stars are switched on in the night,
Tangled betwixt all the power lines
And the ghostly glow of the streetlights.
It is the feeling of something much grander,
Like the city has simply been borrowed,
And the wild things on which it has been built
Will reclaim it in some far tomorrow.
It's the echoes of calls long forgotten,
The reminder we're living above the unknown,
And that we are not the first nor the last ones
Who will call this same piece of land home."
by Erin Hanson
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