An abstracted Ada
in myopic contemplation
of the incontemplatable
compound rosette
of peerless negations
That like other Gods
has never appeared
leaving itself to be inferred
Whereof
it is not seemly
that the one petal
shall apprehend
of the other petals
their conformity
For of this Rose
- wherever it blows
it is certain
that an impenetrable pink curtain
hangs between it and itself
And in metaphysical vagrance
it passes beyond the ken
of men
unless
possessed
of exorbitant incomes
And Then—
merely indicating its presence
by an exotic fragrance
A rose
-that like religions
before
bcoming amateur—
enwraps itself
in esoteric
and exoteric
dimensions