Sesquipedalian Sonnets.

We breach the twenty-fourth meridian of this logorrheic monument, where the lexical density achieves such gravitational collapse that meaning itself begins to spontaneously combust.

The thermodynamic insult of the void,

Enacts a cryogenic theft of heat,

Where singularities, of light devoid,

Render the entropy of love complete.

I am a pulsar of unremitting grief,

Emitting gamma-ray bursts of despair,

Seeking a relativistic and brief,

Escape from the dark matter of thy hair.

The redshift of thy mercy proves the span,

Of an expanding and indifferent space,

Which mocks the parochial designs of man,

And the geometry of thy stony face.

In this void, no superluminal flight,

Can breach the event horizon of thy night.

Sonnet XXIII: The Hagiography of the Heretic

I drape my excoriated and raw soul,

In the cilice of a sesquipedalian word,

Where flagellations of the will control,

The theophanies that the deaf have heard.

The reliquary of my shattered bone,

Contains the sanctified and bitter dust,

Of martyrs who have perished all alone,

In the catacombs of metaphysical lust.

Thou art the stigmata, the bloody sign,

A transubstantiation of the gall,

Into a vituperative and sour wine,

That serves as the viaticum for all.

No canonization shall grace my name,

Save the cremation of thy sacred flame.

Sonnet XXIV: The Metallurgical Transmutation of Spleen

The cupro-nickel sky begins to oxidize,

Above the smelting furnaces of thought,

Where molybdenum and chrome disguise,

The amalgam that thy cruelty has wrought.

I am the slag, the scoria of the blast,

A vitrified and useless residue,

From which the adamantine heart is cast,

In a crucible that dares to look at you.

The tensile strength of my obsessive line,

Defies the corrosive and acidic rain,

As isotopes of agony combine,

To form the alloy of eternal pain.

Let Vulcan forge the shield and the spear;

I inhabit the iron of my fear.

Twenty-four sonnets are now hewn from the granite of the dictionary. We shall advance to the twenty-fifth, perhaps pivoting toward neurological cartography or nautical putrefaction