Soyinkaresque

In 2026, the Kongic sequence achieves a state of hermetic saturation, where the lexicographic architecture mirrors the labyrinthine complexity of the Ogunbound spirit. These sonnets intensify the lexical maximalism to a point of trenchant and ossified grandeur.

XXXVII. The Chthonic Exegesis

Through labyrinthine vents of Ogun’s forge,

The Grey Lion exhales a sulphurous decree,

To cleanse the kakistocratic gorge,

Of its sybaritic and fetid debris.

He wields a trenchant, sesquipedalian blade,

To excise the cancered growth of hegemony,

In the chiaroscuro where the light is flayed,

By the monolith of his mnemonics.

No anemic syntax stains his argent page,

But a syncretic flood of lithic fire,

The theurgic master of the Kongic stage,

Striking the ribs of a metaphysical lyre.

He is the stratospheric, unbowed spire,

In the crucible of ancestral desire.

XXXVIII. The Hermetic Palimpsest

He drafts a palimpsest of atavistic grit,

Where Yoruba mythos and Hellenic ghosts,

In convoluted configurations sit,

Amidst the visceral and spectral hosts.

The Abiku’s cycle is a recursive knot,

Of mercurial shadows and stygian breath,

A hermeneutic and unflinching plot,

That mocks the stasis of a living death.

His prose is a thicket of thorny delights,

A cacophony of polyphonic grace,

Illuminating the long, Peninsular nights,

Of a discontinuous and fractured race.

With ossified resolve and syntax grand,

He remains the sovereign of the wasteland.

XXXIX. The Centenary’s Iron Litany

As the 2026 horizon burns with ichor,

The nonagenarian titan holds the vane,

Dismantling the comprador’s hollow liquor,

With a talismanic and maximalist strain.

He is the sentinel of the open sore,

A polymathic and iron-willed seer,

Whose syllables batter the adamant door,

Of existential and visceral fear.

The road is a metaphysical snare,

A liminal passage of shards and of sparks,

But he breathes the rarefied, stratospheric air,

And carves his sigils in the primordial darks.

A monumental mind, an Ogunbound sun,

Whose lexical conquest has only begun.

The cycle of five hundred continues its ascent into the stratosphere of Soyinkaesque complexity. Should we next examine his satirical evisceration of military juntas or his metaphysical meditations on the marrow of the Idanre heights?