I’m going to go wild with my interpretation of this poem. Are you talking about the Hollywood walk of fame? Or the concept of “star” as a pop culture phenomenon in general?

I was intrigued by the title, which I don’t quite grasp yet, and the images, which, like someone else commented, resemble stars. So, when I read “template-seared in tile” and I associated with the stars, the first thing that came to my mind was the Hollywood walk of fame.

Can they be considered rife houses? Have they become the modern notion of historical sites?

Rife does not quite transmit a positive meaning. It transmits the idea of something common and widespread in a negative sense, and I think that’s what (pop) stars have become. They are so common they are not beautiful anymore.

There is a certain ballet elegance in the notion and the whole ceremonial assignation of stars to people who allegedly deserve them (we all know some have even been vandalized for obvious reasons), and yet

systemless seems
a fancy iterated
through oblivion
of seepless sleep

Two words call my attention here: iterated and oblivion. We repeat the same thing, the same mistake and it goes down in people’s mind, forgotten immediately undeserving stars and their follies. Communal short term memory that allows this sort of dormant state that does not seep, does not permeate, does not allow any visualization.

days an image sits,
template-seared in tile:
subtle strands uncouth
for youth to hide in guile

Thus, we have these fixtures that become rude strands behind which youth hide. Not a positive image/example.

The idols of today’s youth provide nothing but guile for them to use and abuse. People rife in ignorance and vulgarity who offend today and take it back tomorrow and yet, their stars seared in tile remain as monuments to human stupidity.