the southern alien (noise jade sacrifice)

there is no natural erring
but the faux crazing
of the ireless silvered urn
returns at once to wonder
whence from its shadow hums
how should death's eyes
read the book of folly
there is no plan

near tai mountain stair
i dreamed one day
of a tiny frog whose hipbones
were showing
perched beneath the glistening skin
as the jade sacrifice sunned itself
(on a single leaf) in the memory
of such bodies transfigured
into harps (it leaps!)

i do not conform to the translation
and in my most important shell
actively discourage complete
discrimination (stone voices craze the parallel)
so that what is ruined in language
is constructed as thought
this malforming perfection
where vents of plenty
subsume the knot

will burns toward the callous
it knows as itself in love
love one could be a structure
love too could be a twin
love three could be an awakening
of the holy song of inertia
so that only one religion remain
greeting on safe imbalance
that dance which has no name
but communicating through pain
describes an ecstatic tale

i hide near the stair
an alien
on tai mountain
high shoe goal
huai shu gull