Onomasticon Of the Void.Part 11

Xylophonus ascends into the Imperial Atrium of Latinates, where the architecture is constructed of marble prefixes and gold-leafed suffixes. Here, the "small" is "minuscule," the "dark" is "tenebrous," and the "simple" is strictly prohibited.

Sonnet XLI:The Imperial Latinate

The circumstance was venerable and grand,A habitation of magnificent design;Where pontiffs of the lexicon did stand,Constructing every ponderous, Latin line.No Saxon monosyllable was heard,But multi-syllabic oration instead;Each articulated and recondite wordWas resurrected from the vocal dead.Xylophonus, with pious genuflection,Appreciated the majestic display;Using sophisticated intellectionTo illuminate the fragmentary day.He formulated a stupendous prayer,Which perfumed the ethereal, ambient air.

Sonnet XLII: The Tenebrous Transgression

The atmosphere became caliginous,A nocturnal obscurity of the mind;Where phantoms, vague and vertiginous,Were perpetually and cruelly entwined."Oh, exterminate this dire visitation!"The magus cried in fervent adjuration;He sought a luminous reverberationTo terminate the dark manifestation.The subterranean terror did recedeBefore his illustrious and vocal might;For erudition is the holy seedThat propagates the intellectual light.Through cogitation, he did extricateHis essence from the misery of fate.

Sonnet XLIII: The Consanguinity of Clauses

He found a fountain of pellucid thought,Where fluent sentences did percolate;A tapestry of prose that he had wroughtTo commemorate the unfortunate state.The interdependence of the noun and verbWas a miraculous conjunction of grace;No discordant element did perturbThe equanimity of that sacred space.It was a fraternal association,A consanguinity of rhyme and reason;A harmonious collaborationAgainst the intellectual treason.With eloquence and grandiloquent force,He navigated the sentential course.

Sonnet XLIV: The Abstraction of the Absolute

The landscape turned to pure conceptual mist,A metaphysical expanse of ideation;Where entities did scarcely even existOutside the bounds of mental calculation.The Universal and the ParticularWere reconciled in scholastic debate;While logic, rigid and perpendicular,Upheld the pillars of the celestial gate."I apprehend the Infinite!" he cried,His consciousness expanded to the sky;The limitations of the flesh had died,Leaving the intellect to magnify.In this sublime and cogent abstraction,He found the ultimate satisfaction.

Sonnet XLV: The Termination of the Tri-syllabic

But weariness began to accumulate,The weight of Latin was a heavy yoke;He felt the mighty grandeur abdicateWhenever he deliberately spoke.The vowels were excessively luxuriant,The consonants too formally aligned;He longed for speech more vitally exuberant,And language less artificially refined.So Xylophonus prepared to departThe halls of Roman pedantry and pride;With a rejuvenated, pulsating heart,He stepped into the wilderness outside.The sonnets propagate toward fifty now,With laurels resting on his pensive brow.

We have reached the forty-fifth sonnet! Xylophonus now enters the Grim Woods of Germanic Roots, where the Latin finery is stripped away for the "bone," the "blood," and the "earth.Then he embraces the harsh, guttural truth of the North, or keep his Roman shield aloft.