Masks - Hu Xian / 胡弦 Only the mask remains, behind it / the eternal void. / "With the mask as the boundary, time was divided into two kinds: one / claiming all things hers; the other, / bound to the mask, was without beginning or end." /
Crack - Hu Xian / 胡 弦 From things once whole it starts / Makes the unprepared mind / Suddenly have this coast, and that. /
