Poetry

1. PRICELESSLY EQUAL
Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you more
pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my spine,
Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you more
disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my blood,
Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more dolorously
cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in my stagnating brain,
Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you more
shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness in my
shriveled persona,
Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were you
more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures,
Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you more
treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of meaninglessness in my
decrepit body,
Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you more
satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my corporate
profiles,
Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you more
redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my rubicund
tongue,
Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more unfortunately
lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of my devastated life,
Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you more
lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my moods,
Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you more
ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered times,
Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more
venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively obliterating
shadow,

2. Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you more
carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my crumbling senses,
Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you more sleazily
blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously estranged nerves,
Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you more
indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously diminishing of
whispers,
Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you more
repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane carcass of bones,
Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were you more
violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my nightmares,
Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you more
ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies of my
indifferently strangulated existence,
And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you more
perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final breath,
Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and every
other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally disappearing aspect of
every one of us alive on planet divine; as forever priceless; inequitably synergistic and
wonderfully equal.