Sonnet IV: The Descent into the Caliginous Crypt
Below the crust of common parlance lies
This ossuary of the unexpressed;
Where every failed hypothesis defies
The quietude of academic rest.
Vesperian treads through caliginous gloom,
Past stalactites of stagnant, stony thought,
Within this vast, sub-terrene hecatomb
Where logic’s ancient battles once were fought.
The surrurus of the shadows speaks his name,
A whispering of phantoms, thin and dry,
Who seek to quench his incandescent flame
With every cold and intellectual lie.
He descends deep where tenebrific night
Devours the memory of light.
Below the crust of common parlance lies
This ossuary of the unexpressed;
Where every failed hypothesis defies
The quietude of academic rest.
Vesperian treads through caliginous gloom,
Past stalactites of stagnant, stony thought,
Within this vast, sub-terrene hecatomb
Where logic’s ancient battles once were fought.
The susurrus of the shadows speaks his name,
A whispering of phantoms, thin and dry,
Who seek to quench his incandescent flame
With every cold and intellectual lie.
He descends deep where tenebrific
night
Devours the very memory of light
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