32"/81 cm x 20"/51 cm, 2001.
Graphite, 23k gold leaf, Elian script.
Transliteration
From: Zoraia Li, by . C. Elian
Don't ask me what
I know only I
saw it all happen,
the reality and the
show Vast visions of
purity's evil gold unchastened
bright too greatly would
sudden grasses and royal
bloody roses grow. Decay
sprang in one black
day, but only the
vectors gladden for not
even death could say
in this merging is
my passion why, truly
I prefer the quiet
supernatural way. When the
eagles ride the kingdom,
tea cups, wine glasses
fall like rain drops
drunk as singing dew
crystal spray leaving the
leaders maddened by then
servants to few. Never
still has the crashing
stopped undertaken with greed
in lust laden thoughts
down to the heart
and hearth of infants
whose reach gave smiles
a juggernaut while their
joys never followed this
future too bitter too
stark from hope none
knew in crashing sorrow.
