Sonnet I: The Ingress of Glossematic Fire
Behold the rubric, stained in cinnabar,
Where glose and glosso-syllables collide,
An asterism of phonemes, near and far,
Within the encephalon’s obsidian tide.
I carve the thalassic deep for sapphire verbs,
And harvest hyssop from the syntax-fields,
Crushing the wild, sesquipedalian herbs
For every drop the semantic vintage yields.
No meager pith shall satiate the ghost,
Nor dactylic tremors of a fainting breath;
I summon every etymologic host
To barricade the silent vaults of death.
Let every line be thick with golden sprawl,
The iridescent writing on the wall.
Sonnet II: The Architecture of Opulence
The vaulted apse of rhetoric ascends,
Propped by the corbels of a baroque tongue;
Where ogni-potent ornament extends,
And incense-freighted litanies are swung.
We douse the lexicon in liquid chrome,
Embroidering the void with filigree,
Until the vast, reverberating dome
Eclipses all that’s plain or transitory.
Consider the chryselephantine phrase,
The lapidary weight of hidden thought,
Lost in the labyrinth’s syllabic maze,
In webs of intricate alliteration wrought.
If meaning drowns beneath the silk and lace,
It finds at least a more magnificent grace.
Sonnet III: The Entropy of Excessive Light
A supernova of the signifier,
Exploding in a polychrome cascade,
Sets every page of parchment-pulp on fire,
Leaving the monochrome of prose to fade.
I crave the hyper-saturated noun,
The adjective that bleeds like pomegranate,
To wear the verb-gemmed, sacerdotal crown
And navigate the syntax-driven planet.
Let polyglot eruptions stain the sky,
A gargantuan feast of glottal stop and fricative,
Until the very stars begin to cry
In languages both ancient and derivative.
For in this forest of a hundred songs,
To silence only the unmade belongs.
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