You are not yet looking at the rose. Look again.

Unfortunately - you think to yourself - during the playing of the 2nd nine

Such melancholy musing leads your finger

As the music ends - you feel an enhanced - triple resonance

Both the monks and the peasants

from which to proclaim - in the infinite space

So taken are you with this un-asked for metaphor

The best you can do with the pig-latin of the two pieces of fabric

To render whaet appeaers blurrred withe distinctionne

Despite his recent experience - the cleric strikes the ball well

You are not yet looking at the rose. Look again.