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.

The Time Of Shadows

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When blue turns to black
the feathers are rustled
and the wings are tucked in;
the petals fold up
and the leaves start to breathe;
the air is transformed
and the vapours are cold;
the shades are absorbed
and the shadows appear.
When blue turns to black . . .
When sun turns to moon . . .
When day is a memory
and dreams are what matters.

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