Poetry

1. INIMITABLY INFALLIBLE FANTASY
Not even the most panoramically exuberant of waterfalls; which perennially
culminated into the most invincible heavens of triumphant freshness,
Not even the most spell bindingly pristine of meadows; which miraculously
ameliorated even the most deliriously thwarted of senses; with their inimitably
unparalleled festoon of golden dewdrops,
Not even the most vivaciously undulating of seas; which interminably evolved into an
infinite entrenchments of virgin white froth; unabashedly kissing the shores every
now and again like an unabashedly glorious seductress,
Not even the most inscrutably enthralling of forests; which timelessly enamored even
the most lugubriously morose elements of the atmosphere; with the spirit
of everlastingly reviving nature,
Not even the most tantalizingly nubile vixens; who inevitably perpetuated even the
most obsolete cranny of the impoverished flesh; to tower till the highest territories of
fathomless sky,
Not even the most uninhibitedly enchanting globules of rain; which instantaneously
metamorphosed every trace of forlornly wanton exhaustion; into a cloudburst of
magnificently untamed exultation,
Not even the most boundless treasuries of glittering wealth; which virtually possessed
the power to buy every ounce of unassailable luxury; on this effulgently
ecstatic planet,
Not even the most victoriously flaming rays of the undefeated Sun; which
unstoppably transformed every bit of inexplicably cadaverous depression; into an
unshakably kingly rainbow of eternal smiles,
Not even the most fearlessly unflinching roar of the lion; which was the absolute
epitome of priceless supremacy; in the ravishingly unfettered outgrowths of
iridescently soul searching wilderness,
Not even the most magically mellifluous granaries of unconquerable nectar; which
limitlessly bonded organisms of every caste; creed; color and kind; into the religion of
unbreakably humanitarian sweetness,
Not even the most peerlessly virile lap of the blessedly indomitable soil; which
perpetually fructified into the fruits of naturally robust goodness; and ensured that
the mantra of effervescent life forever palpitated,

2. Not even the most innocuously milky beams of the moon; which redefined even the
most haplessly devastating and vindictive blackness; as the profoundly bewitching
moonlight midnight,
Not even the most vividly ebullient of rainbows; which tirelessly spawned into an
undaunted new civilization of gaiety and charm every unfurling instant; far and a
fathomless kilometers away from the prejudices of vituperatively criminal mankind,
Not even the most poignantly intrepid of winds; which forever ensured that there
never ever could exist even the most evanescent speck of monotony; which forever
made you feel that you were just freshly born,
Not even the most Omniscient mother’s milk; which granted every penurious bone
of yours; the insurmountable tenacity to victoriously stand up to the most hideously
plundering devils,
Not even the most candidly transparent of mirrors; which unhesitatingly revealed the
most innermost quarter of your pugnaciously parched soul; gorgeously mitigating you
of every trace of your cursed misery,
Not even the most unlimitedly ubiquitous of compassion; which befriended you so
majestically in your times of pernicious distress; that you felt yourself as the most
blessed organism alive,
Not even the most fierily unadulterated puff of breath; which so regally reinvigorated
even the most invisibly deteriorating of your senses; to holistically perceive beyond
an infinite more lifetimes,
For if there’s anything at all that can forever and ever and ever liberate a true man;
then it is none else than his beautifully unbridled and passionately burgeoning ocean
of; inimitably infallible fantasy.