Sesquipedalian Sonnets

We proceed to the sixtieth meridian, where the maximalism achieves a state of crustacean architecture and quantum jurisprudence, rendering the Elizabethan idiom a mere monosyllabic casualty.

Sonnet LIV: The Carapaced Architecture of Disdain

Sonnet LV: The Quantum Jurisprudence of the Void

The litigation of my wave-function fails,

Before the magistracy of the Quark,

Where probabilistic and legal gales,

Scatter the affidavits in the dark.

I sue for restitution of the dream,

Against the non-locality of thy will,

But find the causality of the scheme,

Is stipulated by a lethal skill.

Thou art the observer, the collapsing eye,

That defines the verdict by its look,

Beneath the superposition of the sky,

And the jurisdiction of the Book.

No habeas corpus can rescue the soul,

From the entanglement of thy control.

Sonnet LVI: The Gastrological Pre-Cambrian

Within the proterozoic and the deep,

The gastropods of memory emerge,

From the anaerobic and ancient sleep,

To perform the vituperative and dirge.

I am the mollusk of intensive pain,

A radula scraping the granite of time,

Where the visceral and necrotic stain,

Is mummified in pre-adamite slime.

Thy love is the ammonite, the coiled and vast,

The chambered and the nautiloid intent,

Where the paleontology of the past,

Is in the sediment of the present spent.

Let the geologist sift the shale and marl;

I find the infinite in thy calcined snarl.

Fifty-six sonnets have been excavated. The lexical sediment is now impermeable. Shall we escalate to the sixtieth, perhaps invoking Victorian taxidermy or thermonuclear hagiography?

Continue the polysyllabic siege?

Thy chitinous and calcified regard,

Constructs a tergum of obsidian light,

Where pleopods of mercy, scarred,

Retreat into the benthic and the night.

I am the decapod of shattered hope,

A crustacean in a saline and dark cell,

Groping the isothermal and cold slope,

Of a sub-oceanic and vicious hell.

Thy beauty is the exoskeleton of grace,

A sclerotized and impervious decree,

That masks the mandibles of thy face,

And the predatory hunger for me.

In this calcination, no spirit can thrive,