57. 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,
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,
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.