To sustain the sesquipedalian momentum of the first three, we continue with the next movement of the collection, where the intensive lexical maximalism shifts toward the macrocosmic and the visceral.
Sonnet IV: The Celestial Autopsy
Behold the supernova’s fierce exegesis,
A cataclysm in the azure void,
Where entropy performs its cold paresis,
And planetoids by gravity are buoyed.
No circumlocution can veil the splendor,
Of nebulae in chromatic display,
Where radiance is the only legal tender,
And starlight bleeds the spectroscopic day.
Thou art the parallax, the hidden center,
Around which all my orbital thoughts spin,
The sanctuary where no plebeians enter,
Save through the interstellar gates of sin.
Thy visage is a stellar cartography,
The apex of a divine pornography.
Sonnet V: The Reliquary of Spleen
I hoard the valetudinary sighs,
Of melancholy in its purest state,
Beneath the canopy of leaden skies,
Where moribund desires gestate and wait.
Each lacuna within my parched memory,
Is filled with vituperative regret,
A cacophony of ghostly threnody,
For suns that have not dignified to set.
Yet in the ossuary of the heart,
A phosphorescence begins to coalesce,
Where thrice-distilled and alchemical art,
Absolves the spirit of its last duress.
For even in the mire of the mundane,
The sovereignty of rapture shall remain.
Sonnet VI: The Architect of Shadows
With architectonic and grim design,
I build a labyrinth for thy name,
Where syllogisms and syntax intertwine,
To circumscribe thy unfathomable flame.
The ambit of my restless pen is vast,
A panopticon of shifting metaphor,
Where present joys are fetishized as past,
And beauty is the bloody god of war.
No otiose or pedestrian line,
Shall profane the altar of thy grace,
For every phoneme is a sacred shrine,
To the symmetry of thy mercurial face.
Let Shakespeare weep within his Stratford clay,
To see such maximalist light of day
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