Archon's Atrophy.Sonnet 10

IX. The Proclamation of the Proto-Tongue

The creature parts its heavy, humid lips,To test the tensile strength of every word,As logic from the silent vacuum slips,And melodies of meaning are conferred.Not simple grunts of hunger or of fear,But polysyllabic, pearls of pure intent,Fall heavy on the Archon’s eager ear,As cosmic silence finds its first lament."I am the syntax of the sun and stone,"The vessel cries with vibratory force,"A king seated upon a linguistic throne,To chart the river to its jagged source."The universe recoils at such a sound,Where silence was, now eloquence is found.The creature is now fully sentient, burdened with a past that never happened and a vocabulary