Here's part of the passage from Stubborn. Do you reckon the infinite-dimensional continuum? Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

There was a line - so that the generations live.
The perpendicular of purple death.
A parallaxal pyramid - wrath
(raging) rearified, in the infinitive: to give.

The source of all the rivets of the domes
of Justinian - True Cross,
Hellenic, Palestinian - the Jews,
the jotted Giotto-ghettos of a million Romes.

The line (an X, a circle)
- wonder of synecdoche.
One left-out gypsy -
solitary - oracle.

Bends against love-bubbles in the clay -
a pen-cone pinecone - equable
through fearful Hell.
De materialibus ad immaterialia.