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