An Ode to Cleopatra...

To darkness' questions, light shall attempt an answer,
Scarce else in all this cosmos is equipped to scale,
The summit of the climb the questions pose...

To the stench of our daily lives, even a bloom can rejoinder,
Nothing putrid nor fetid nor rank stands a chance,
Against the seductive virtue of a fragrant tuberose...

To Caesar's fervid anxiety to comprehend and still this entirety,
Only one force will deliver resolution,
There is only one Cleopatra in all this unending infinity,
As everyone but Cleopatra knows...