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.

. . . In The Beginning . . .

crack of time

. . . The sky began to crack

The heavens began to crumble and

I stood there, atop a gaping hole,

Staring into the original thought,

Thinking to myself,

Conjuring,

Going over it in my head, how

In the beginning . . .

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