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.

State of Bliss

In the happy state of wonderland

where every man’s and woman’s fate

is a fleeting apperception,

nothing can prevent the pressure

to accumulate the fissure that will

detonate the wonder of a mutter in the dark.

In the happy state of wonderland.

In the stormy state of bliss.

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