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

torrential 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 unassailable 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 rhapsodic ally emollient intricacy of my potent

manhood, It really didn’t matter to me even a forlorn trifle; if there wasn’t