But meaning is a brittle, glass-blown thing,And pressure cracked the semiotic seal;The king beheld a terrifying spring—The raw, unworded truth beneath the real.A color bloomed that had no name or hue,A sound vibrated past the ear’s domain;The dictionary’s walls were broken throughBy things that logic never could restrain.He reached to label the unnamable,To cage the chaos in a rhyming verse,But found the void was uncontainable—A blessing turned into a glottal curse.The first sonnet of his new age was born,And with its birth, the universe was torn.
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