1. FANTASY
In the invidiously ghastly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most ferociously
turbulent of waves; wholesomely refrained to culminate; after sighting the contours
of my plaintively impoverished face,
In the pathetically hedonistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
voluptuously sapphire of clouds; wholesomely refrained to thunder; after sighting the
appalling dullness in my eyes,
In the mercilessly maiming silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
inscrutably enlivening forests; wholesomely refrained to whisper; after sighting the
haplessly crinkled veins on my feet,
In the ominously egregious silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
majestically crimson lotus; wholesomely refrained to blossom; after sighting
the horrifically jutting bones of my flailing persona,
In the diabolically stabbing silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
royally towering lion; wholesomely refrained to roar; after sighting the cringe of
fetidly decaying yellow clinging to my cluster of teeth,
In the vindictively devilish silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
vociferously effervescent of bees; wholesomely refrained to buzz; after sighting the
tears of directionless delirium in my eyes,
In the hideously cannibalistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
uncontrollably spiraling fires; wholesomely refrained to crackle; after sighting the
miserably defeated philosopher in my breath,
In the flagrantly disconcerting silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most aristocratically gliding eagles; wholesomely refrained to screech; after sighting
the frigid barrenness of my freshly tonsured scalp,
In the truculently venomous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
vividly astounding rainbows; wholesomely refrained to shimmer; after sighting the
inanely livid dialect of my slavering tongue,
In the murderously asphyxiating silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most charismatically jet black scorpions; wholesomely refrained to sting; after sighting
the innumerable knots in my deplorably battered writer’s finger,
2. In the criminally cadaverous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
limitlessly cascading waterfalls; wholesomely refrained to gurgle; after sighting the
ungainly stubble of barbarous beard; upon the sagging flesh of my cheeks,
In the disgustingly incarcerating silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most sensuously virgin dewdrops; wholesomely refrained to titillate; after sighting the
perennially lingering yawn of my indolently wretched mouth,
In the cold-bloodedly demonic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
unabashedly arousing of storms; wholesomely refrained to gush; after sighting the
remnants of nothing else but maniacal gloominess; strewn all over my quavering
spine,
In the insidiously lecherous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
brilliantly optimistic of Sun; wholesomely refrained to blaze; after sighting the mist of
hopelessness predominantly reigning in each of my senses,
In the carnivorously deathly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
pristinely antiquated bells; wholesomely refrained to chime; after sighting the
ghoulishly dying footprints of my sole,
In the drearily lambasting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
undauntedly silken snakes; wholesomely refrained to hiss; after sighting the blood
that had now turned a febrile blue; in my severely starved veins,
In the torturously inconsolable silence that enshrouds me; when even the most spell
bindingly heavenly dawn; wholesomely refrained to sermonize; after sighting the
lethally anomalous clouds of sullenness; hovering round my nape,
In the ignominiously diseased silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
fervently compassionate heart; wholesomely refrained to beat; after sighting the
reverberations that the earth underwent; with each of my bohemian tread,
If there was really something at all that enlightened me; if there was really something
at all that befriended me; and if there was really something at all that inspired me to
the ultimate heavens of the divine; then it was none other than my; unconquerably
unrestricted and unimpeachably glorious “Fantasy”.
