trade of blackness

and I walking about    
the night, thinking    
I saw a moving star    
that lights the heart    
at the slightest tempt    
and fills the tender brain  
with trade of blackness;    
sought a laugh from  
under a darkened bell jar    
under the green leaf  
where a spider has kept    
his wish; the crowning for    
for my thoughtlessness,  
in that we're the gods of    
the animals that become us.