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.

Hesitant Onlooker, Lost Traveller


and the mind wanders;

it fails and falls and revolves

around pointless thought,

and I wonder why I feel

empty and desperate.

The mind abdicates.

The moment passes.

Where did it all go, how did I

trip and fall and lose

consciousness? Blink,

the world changed. How time slips away like

romance in the bright light of day,

like a thief in the dead of night,

moments I took for granted,

going about my business

wrapped up in the decay of a

life well and properly lived out, you poor,

wretched, self-deluded beast.

The mind fails. I seize up and

hesitate, roaring for show,

delicate and raw inside, desiccated,

worn out, foregoing tomorrow’s sunrise

for the roaming sirens of today