CHINA ARTS COUNCIL
Dedicated to David Doljan
In the time of no time,
Before space and place;
In an age beyond memory,
Concept's preconception cannot be traced.
In this primeval landscape
The Formation took place.
Without a name, substance's dissolution
Assembles in random form,
With cryptic metaphors of unseen force.
Without a reason, comprehension's fingers
Surround unexplained phenomenon.
You are born of the Formation.
You challenge our boundaries.
Ever becoming, youth sits before you,
Never dying, your immortality exists in tomorrow.
In awe, the masses gather.
Not seeing you, you wither alone.
Wearing that gnarly coat of bones.