The Transitional Abyss
Behold the fourth stage, that transitional ether where
The god of iron cleaves the chasm of the soul,
A Protean essence birthed in mountain-wombs of prayer,
To forge the shattered fragments of a fractured whole.
He is the explorer and the restorative hand,
Who hacked a passage through chaotic growth,
While Obatala’s silence broods across the land,
And Sango’s retribution seals the sacred oath.
Through ritual’s fire, the acting man must find
The will’s sharp control o'er dark, somatic storms,
To leave the Philistine’s cowardice behind,
And forge new meaning into ancient forms.
Between the living and the unborn's breath,
He dances on the bifurcated edge of death.
The Carnival of Power
In Kongi’s Harvest, where the monoliths preside,
And hempen neckties dance to military drums,
The mask of ritual strips the tyrant’s pride,
While Abiku’s cycle through the marrow hums.
The Road is paved with accidents and steel,
A lethal arc that disregards the plea,
Where Prophets and Interpreters must kneel
Before the altar of anomy.
No neoclassic cage can hold the spirit's flight,
Though shores are receded and tongues are cleaved,
He annoints his flesh in solitary light,
By Western reason never quite deceived.
The silver mane defies the darkening spring,
While ancient bells within the forest ring.
We proceed with the next set of sonnets, with the focus to a specific work, like Death and the King's Horseman, to deepen the lexical density
The Chthonic Forge
The primordial plunge into the gulf of heat,
Where manganese and carbon fuse in sacred strife,
Defies the nebula’s cold, the lunar cheat,
And reasserts the continuity of life.
The idolatrous tongue of rhetoric is stilled,
By guttural truths from Idanre’s jagged womb,
Where Ogun’s archetypal will is filled,
Escaping the asphyxiating room.
Maximalist the syllables that coil,
Like serpents round the obelisk of stone,
To sanctify the blood-drenched, heavy soil,
And rehabilitate the human bone.
No cliché taints the altar of his verse,
Against the continental, drifting curse.
The Horseman’s Liminality
The ritual passage of the Elesin,
Whose feet are heavy with the earth’s sweet wine,
Neglects the metaphysical precision,
And breaks the cycle of the sacred line.
The Pilkings of the mind would intervene,
With alien logic and a clumsy hand,
To mar the profound, ontological scene,
And desecrate the unborn’s waiting land.
But Olunde retrieves the shattered pact,
In blood’s red logic, silent and severe,
A tragic, compensatory act,
Against the cowardice of sensual fear.
The abyss demands its tax of spirit-breath,
To reconcile the living with their death.
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