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
