Poetry

1. EVERY OF THOSE MOMENTS
What did the Sun do after it had disappeared into the dismally sullen
horizons was none of my business; however the whites and blacks of eyes
had danced in vivaciously untamed exhilaration; every of those moments
when it had brilliantly dazzled into an unsurpassable civilization of
Omnipotent light,
What did the Mountains do after they had gone behind the ominously
appalling clouds was none of my business; however each bone of my body
had felt as the most pricelessly united entity on this Universe; every of
those moments when they had altruistically sequestered me and infinite
more of my kind; in good times and bad,
What did the Rainbow do after rain in Sunlight had exhausted was none of
my
business; however each pore of my skin had danced like a majestically
unparalleled king; every of those moments when it had effulgently
unfurled into the boundless amazing colors of vibrant life,
What did the Rose do after it had curled its petals in sonorous nighttime
was none of my business; however each breath of mine had felt the most
unconquerably priceless cistern of happiness; every of those moments
when it had ubiquitously disseminated its scent of symbiotically
unshakable friendship; to far and wide,
What did the Wave do after it had dissipated into penuriously invisible
froth was none of my business; however I had felt that all misery had
forever metamorphosed into sensuously untamed adventure; every of
those moments when it had handsomely undulated towards the most
supreme peak of the sky,
What did the Snake do after it had diminished into the morbidly fretful
hole was none of my business; however I’d felt the winds of profound
mysticism finding a permanent abode in my body; every of those
moments when it had raised its nictitated its hood in uncannily royal
unison with the fading light,
What did the Moon do after unlimited skies of light had taken a complete
stranglehold of darkness was none of my business; however each of my
expressions had felt the most amiably compassionate; every of those
moments when it’d diffused beams of impregnably impeccable milkiness;
marvelously resuscitating the complexion of
the frigidly deteriorating night,

2. What did the Dancer do after locking the cadaverously lifeless door was
none of my business; however each cranny of my silhouette had felt like
the paradise of ultimate seduction; every of those moments when she’d
uninhibitedly gyrated her silken feet on tantalizingly moistened soil,
What did the Peacock do after it had hidden its face behind its feathers
was none of my business; however I’d felt peerlessly unflinching triumph
blissfully kissing my doorstep; every of those moments when it had
effulgently unveiled its feathers full bloom; at the tiniest innuendo of
pristine rain,
What did the Mirage do after it had dissolved into a corpse of obsolete
disdain was none of my business; however I’d felt fantasizing in a land
beyond infinite infinity; every of those moments when it had unceasingly
seduced even the most obliviously dormant arena of my caricature,
What did the Edifice do after it had been buried deep into soil by the
devastating earthquake was none of my business; however every cell of my
persona had felt brimming with interminably ecstatic activity; every of
those moments when people of every caste; creed and tribe had
unrestrictedly bustled in its interiors; from morning to charming night,
What did the Clock do after its batteries had flagrantly exhausted was
none of my business; however I’d felt that life was an unstoppably
inexplicable odyssey; every of those moments when it had indefatigably
ticked into the aisles of endlessness,
What did the Rain do after the fathomless heavens had wholesomely
cleared was none of my business; however countless hair on my flesh had
stood up in limitlessly victorious euphoria; every of those moments when
it had torrentially cascaded like a new born child from the heart of the
skies,
What did the Lips do after they had shrunk behind sanctimoniously
spurious lipstick was none of my business; however each deadened speck
of my countenance had felt bountiful with ebullient life; every of those
moments when they’d blossomed into an unassailable smile,
What did the Shark do after drowning boundless feet beneath the waters
was none of my business; however I’d felt seated on the throne of
unshakably resplendent royalty; every of those moments when it had
fearlessly glided like the strongest organism on this earth; wonderfully
rejuvenating the tangy waters of frosty sea,

3. What did the Footprint do after completely melting with the advancing
sands; however I’d felt an unrelenting wave of nostalgia engulf each of my
senses; every of those moments when it had beautifully blended with the
rudiments of glorious time,
What did Breath do after Life had brusquely ended was none of my
business;
however each ingredient of my blood had felt insuperably blessed; every
of those moments when it had Omnisciently spawned a cosmos of
timeless existence; everytime I had inhaled,
What did Memory do after the Brain had been atrociously paralyzed was
none
of my business; however I’d felt the most artistically sensitive organism on
the planet; every of those moments when it had assimilated infinite
magical elements of survival
in its invincible swirl,
And what did the Heart do after the graveyards of betrayal had
venomously capsized was none of my business; however I’d felt as there
were lives beyond an infinite lives; every of those moments when it had
radiated the beats of Immortally symbiotic love.