V. The Semantic Sphinx
There sat a beast of porphyry and pride,
With eyes like opals drowned in vinegar;
It had no heart within its hollow side,
But pulsed with rhythms of a distant star.
"Define the void," the monolith intoned,
In voices like the grinding of a tectonic plate;
Its every word was exquisitely honed
To puncture the armor of the initiate.
The Onomast offered no common noun,
No trite or tattered trope of mortal breath;
He laid his crown of definitions down
And spoke the synonym for life and death.
The Sphinx dissolved in a spray of quartz,
Leaving the hero to the inner courts.
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