The Archon's Atrophy.Sonnet 03

III. The Conflagration of ConsonantsThe firmament begins to shake and heave,As vowels erupt in seismic, sudden bursts,For every truth the Archon will conceive,Shall quench the cosmic, incandescent thirsts.Through labyrinthine halls of logic’s maze,He drags the heavy chains of metaphor,To set the frozen, frigid stars ablaze,And open wide the multidimensional door.The quintessence of being is refined,In crucibles of complex, cryptic verse,Until the limits of the mortal mind,Are shattered by the weight of the universe.A cacophony of creation starts to rise,To paint the glory of the new-born skies.