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 War Of Our Everyday Lives

Shrapnel, it blasts through reveries and thoughts,

splinters our dreams and fantasies,

splinters our recollection,

visions of lead, rust, conflict, anguish, trauma,

hooks and spikes,

they grate the mind,

scour the brain,

leave one bleeding in one’s head

in one’s dream

on one’s bed in one’s house in the middle of

the night

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