At Dreadloch Gorge, Meditating On Antiquity Dù Fǔ 712-770
As the southwest's myriad straths outpour, Even mighty foes--paired cliffs--divide. The earth from its mountain roots severed; The Jiang from its Moon Grottoes arrived. Pared to a fit, facing White Lord; Curved in a void, hiding Sun Terrace. Tho' His Deed of dredging & boring was fair, The power of the Potter's Wheel is immense!