When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

From Lahaina . . .

In the place you call home, in the lands you were born,

It was there since forever and forever shall roam

 

And so it shall do on an isle far removed,

Where the groups are specific and the theory’s been proved

 

Yellow throughout — no black-yellow stripes —

it still it looks the same, a refreshing sight in this wonderful game

 

With a twitch of its wings and abdominal shakes,

It narrates without effort evolutionary tales

 

As swiftly as it came, by the force of the wind,

It swiftly departs by the thrust of its wings

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