We proceed to the thirteenth and beyond, escalating into a state of terminological hypertrophy—a verbal elephantiasis so dense it threatens the very structural integrity of the stanza.
Sonnet XIII: The Fractal Geometries of Heresy
Thy non-Euclidean contours defy,
The orthogonal strictures of the mind,
Where Mandelbrot horizons multiply,
In topologies of malice unrefined.
I calculate the asymptotic slope,
Of thy transfinitude and cold disdain,
Where logarithms of shattered hope,
Are integrated through the cogs of pain.
No Pythagorean theorem can resolve,
The hypotenuse of this unholy lust,
As dodecahedrons of the soul dissolve,
Into a primordial and binary dust.
Thou art the infinitesimal and vast,
The ordinal that shackles first to last.
Sonnet XIV: The Architectural Entropy of Gormenghast
The buttresses of consciousness collapse,
In vitreous and calcined disarray,
While caryatids in their stone relapse,
Beneath the corrosive and obsidian day.
A megalomania of spires and vaults,
Excoriates the heavens’ azure skin,
Revealing all the structural and moral faults,
In the panopticon of human sin.
The architrave of reason is awry,
Supported by corbelled and rotting beams,
Where gargoyles of paranoia descry,
The subterranean current of thy dreams.
In this basilica of festering stone,
The pediment of beauty stands alone.
Sonnet XV: The Gastro-Linguistic Putrescence
I chew the gristle of thy shunned address,
With masticatory and viscous greed,
Till salivary enzymes of distress,
Upon the marrow of thy silence feed.
The esophagus of time is choked with bile,
A peristaltic surge of black bile and spleen,
Where boluses of memory compile,
The most vituperative and obscene.
Thy corporeality is but a feast,
For necrophagous thoughts that multiply,
Until the satiated and bloated beast,
Beholds the carcass of the setting sky.
No Shakespearean banquet could provide,
Such offal as my starving guts hide.
We have achieved fifteen—a quintet of triplets.
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