Homo In Domum Aeternitatis Suae

They are afraid of that which is held high,

and fear besets them on their stumbling way.
And so, boasting about their honest hearts

(those narrow, shallow cesspools) they deny

the precedents of a more ancient day

that did not break the whole down to small parts

that could not function, and just failed to stay

the sublte slide, greasegrimed and slippery,

that draws what little proper poetry

our age can muster into entropy---

an offering to their false god, VastVoid,

which is enraged, threatened, piqued, and annoyed

by all literary propriety;

to VastVoid's will, these shammers are deployed.


Most terrified by any skillfully constructed poem,

these bumblers flee to cower in VastVoid's shadowed long home,

where paid, pimped pipers play the tunes VastVoid's minions prefer,

the fugue-u and shrieks in Reconjugate NonSequitur.





Author's Notes/Comments: 

This caudate sonnet appears as part of the commentary of the Puritan scholar of old books, known to posterity as q.v., who published an elaborate commentary upon the ancient grimoire, Reconjugate NonSequitur, which was translated from the last remaining manuscript (in the ancient language of Zeboim, one of the Biblical cities of the plain that the Lord overthrew) by Count Retsnom von Suoedih, with additions written by the his follower, Ranul Ezarc.


The last line refers to the grimoire's assertion that VastVoid, the dusseminator of Entropy, dwells as the edge of Perdition, awaiting the plunge of damnation into Lake Fire (which is described in the Book of Revelation by the Apostle Saint John).


The Latin title of the sonnet was taken by q.v. from Eccelsiastes 12:5.


For further information, refer to my poem "Extract From A Grimoire Of Mis-Spells And Bad Grammar; Invocation Of The NotRube."

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