Who sees it now will see but seers,
Wounded clerics of decision, clarities’ lesions
Healing well beyond commission and omission; legions
In the grain, amassed; the lady’s diamonds are celestial tears,
The plausible as asteroids of egregious values privy to the sun
Grown wondrous in the knowledge from afar
That imagines intercourse with a star
And if by happenstance as in the run
Of cosmic sagacity, fate, or chance admission,
An admonition finds its voice, inequities
Draw collisions, death defies finalities
That end in fire and stardust in derision.
No one sees beyond the sight and height of Ka
Who It is that dwells beyond Sadratu’l-Muntahá.