One

One kindles the lamp that is behind the bowls
One does not come to sound insomnia
But around the houses downtown and loggias
One in the shadows the shadows frays 
In the star's wispy threads one hangs up the mannequins
Of Dead thoughts damage and dunces' ways
Destiny's tiles fall to quiet singing
On the lengthiest of mouths which is passing 
Refrains for enchanting men 
To their putrefied tastes
One plants the wood palisades 
Which red eyes surveyed