. . . 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 . . .
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.