Onomasticon Of the Void.Part 10

Xylophonus rejects the poverty of the monosyllable, choosing instead to weave his spirit into the Gorges of Grammatology, where the very structure of reality is written in the ink of the stars.

Sonnet XXXVI: The Gorges of Grammatology

The precipice was carved in serif stone,A structuralist canyon, deep and wide;Where meaning was a marrow in the bone,With binary extremes on either side.The "Presence" and the "Absence" warred below,In intertextual and dark cascades;Where signifiers in a turgid flowDissolved into the semiotic shades.He built a bridge of syntax o’er the gulf,A span of logic and grammatical steel;Defying the deconstructive winter wolfThat snapped at every metaphysic heel.By parsing out the terror of the fall,He proved himself the master of them all.

Sonnet XXXVII: The Zephyr of Zeugma

A wind arose that "carried" scent and "blame,"A syllepsis of the spirit and the air;It "extinguished" his candle and his "shame,"Leaving his intellectual essence bare.This Zeugma was a double-edged decree,That "opened" doors and "vistas" to his soul;It "broke" his chains and "set" his logic free,Making the fragmentary visions whole."I travel with my staff and with my pride,"He chanted as the gramic forces swirled;With rhetoric as his consort and his guide,He navigated the bifurcated world.A single verb for disparate desires,It fueled his extraphysical fires.

Sonnet XXXVIII: The Hendiadys of the Heart

He felt a "warmth and fire" in his breast,A Hendiadys of "grace and holy light";Where one idea, in "doublet" form expressed,Illuminated the periphery of night.No longer "strong," but "strength and mighty power,"He walked with "speed and rapid, rushing pace";Transforming every "moment and an hour"Into a "sacred and a hallowed" space.This doubling of the "essence and the thing"Gave resonance to every "step and tread";He heard the "echo and the silver ring"Of all the "words and verses" he had said.Through redundancy of the "soul and mind,"A "depth and profundity" he did find.

Sonnet XXXIX: The Polyptoton of the Path"

The walker walks the walking way," he sighed,In Polyptoton’s repetitive embrace;Where "truth is truer" than the "lies lied"Across the "featured features" of his face.Each "root" produced a "blossom" from its "bloom,"A "growth" that "grew" in "fertile" "fertility";Dispelling the "gloom" with "glooming" "gloom,"In a "cycle" of "cyclic" "utility."This inflectional and vocalic playRevealed the "oneness" of the "one" design;Where "day" was but the "dawning" of the "day,"In every "linear" and "lengthened" line.By "acting" out the "act" of "active" "thought,"The "lesson" was the "lesson" that he "taught."

Sonnet XL: The Antimetabole of the Abyss

"We must eat to live, not live to eat," he swore,As Antimetabole reversed the tide;The "shore of the sea" became the "sea of the shore,"As "pride in the man" became the "man in the pride."The "logic of light" and the "light of the logic"Were "mirrored" in a "symmetrical" "dance";The "magic of myth" and the "myth of the magic"Left "nothing to fate" and "no fate unto chance."He was "lost in the word" and the "word in the lost,"A "chiasmus" of the "spirit and the ghost";Calculating the "cost of the frost" and "frost of the cost,"Upon the "coast of the host" and "host of the coast."Four decads closed. The "end is the start,"And the "heart of the song" is the "song of the heart."

We have reached the fortieth sonnet! Xylophonus now enters the Labyrinth of Latinates, where every word must be of Roman extraction and three syllables or more. Then he invoke the High Imperial Style, or seek the Anglo-Saxon Underground.