Time after Time. Each time. Everytime.
It really didn’t matter to me even an infinitesimal trifle; if there wasn’t the most
optimistically Omnipotent of Sun outside my door; to timelessly consecrate every
unfinished desire of mine; to the hilt of infinite infinity,
It really didn’t matter to me even an inconspicuous trifle; if there wasn’t the most
vivaciously fathomless Sea outside my door; to unbelievably tantalize even the most
evanescent cranny of my skin for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes,
It really didn’t matter to me even an obfuscated trifle; if there weren’t the most eternally
invincible Mountains outside my door; to compassionately sequester every disastrously
shuddering bone of my body; as diabolical hell torrentially rained down on earth,
It really didn’t matter to me even a cloistered trifle; if there weren’t the most
enigmatically inebriating Forests outside my door; to perennially perpetuate the fragrance
of symbiotic existence in every of my haplessly dying breath,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fugitive trifle; if there wasn’t the most resplendently
bountiful Waterfall outside my door; to inexhaustibly reinvigorate my sinfully
deteriorating desire to survive,
It really didn’t matter to me even an ethereal trifle; if there weren’t the most sensuously
crimson Clouds outside my door; to unabashedly catapult me into the most ebulliently
triumphant realms of paradise,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most unassailably
ever-pervading Sky outside my door; to engender me to discover the ultimate horizons of
my impoverished existence,
It really didn’t matter to me even an oblivious trifle; if there wasn’t the most
mellifluously enchanting Sound outside my door; to unceasingly enshroud every
dormitory of my frazzled life with victoriously untamed delight,
It really didn’t matter to me even a mercurial trifle; if there wasn’t the most seductively
tranquil Shadow outside my door; to indefatigably cajole me into the wisps of celestially
fructifying sleep,
It really didn’t matter to me even a disappearing trifle; if there wasn’t the most
bounteously virile Woman outside my door; to tirelessly prompt me to explore every
rhapsodically emollient intricacy of my potent manhood,
It really didn’t matter to me even a forlorn trifle; if there wasn’t the most wonderfully
vibrant Meadow outside my door; to invite me back into the cradle of my amazingly
impeccable and uninhibited childhood,

It really didn’t matter to me even a transient trifle; if there weren’t the most iridescently
innocuous Stars outside my door; to unshakably enlighten the complexion of my every
drearily asphyxiating and treacherous night,
It really didn’t matter to me even a dilapidated trifle; if there wasn’t the most
impregnably Heavenly Moon outside my door; to steer me through every acrimonious
hurdle of my life; with the ease of a newly born silken prince,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most astoundingly
ameliorating magicians outside my door; to liberate me of even the most ghastliest of my
tribulations; transform the monotonously dull space around me; into paradise divine,
It really didn’t matter to me even a feckless trifle; if there weren’t the most indomitably
learned philosophers/saints outside my door; to endlessly soliloquize to me the ideologies
of effulgent truth; love and beauty in the chapters of my vividly enthralling life,
It really didn’t matter to me even a teeny trifle; if there wasn’t the most glittering caverns
of pure Gold outside my door; to forever ensure that the definitions of maliciously
pulverizing poverty stayed an infinite kilometers away from my diminutively robust
form,
It really didn’t matter to me even an indescribable trifle; if there wasn’t the most
mischievously jubilant flirtation outside my door; to make me feel eternally young and
fantastically virile; although I stood on the absolute brink of inevitable death,
It really didn’t matter to me even an insouciant trifle; if there wasn’t the most
Omnisciently everlasting breath outside my door; to bestow upon me the prowess to
holistically survive for a countless more blessed lifetimes,
If only; whenever I did open the door of my passionately throbbing heart; whenever I did
open the door of my ecstatically emancipating soul; whenever I did open the door of my
euphorically searching eyes; whenever I did open the door of my amiably unfettered
dwelling; there was you and none else but you O! Heavenly Beloved to take me in your
mesmerizing arms and immortally bond with the beats of my life; again and again and
again; time after time after time; each time; everytime…
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