NOTE: TO BE READ IN WHISPER PLEASE!
How did i get here?
It’s so beautiful here! Enchanting like a purple chandelier lighted by sparkling transparent crystals
The polished pure marble walls are expected to reflect me, but they reflect a heart instead, a heart with a voice that echoes, yet bewildering is, that the echo is yours, not mine
I wish it was not a whisper, so I can distinctly hear, even as It’s coming from all directions, yet I dread it been louder, for it might loose it’s sweetly bewitching hypnotic influence
My sweat is cold, but my cone shaped teardrops are exceedingly warm and tasteful, as they fall on the tongue of my bare chest, and thirstily lapped up by its cells, seemingly carried by venous vehicle, to be recycled through my ventricle, back to my tearful eyes
I have no time piece, to piece together the time, but my heartrate is in steady rhythm, commanding my neuro cells to orchestrate to the velocity of a spring wind window chime
My bodily hairs are sprung and erect, each assuming the function of an antenna seemingly to receive transmitted counselling from Athena on proper conduct during mass attendance at a Mass performed by your voice as the Priest
I am tempted to say ‘illusion’, But what is real is this release is like the sun melting the snowflake of my wintery apathy toward you, mesmerising me with the emergence of a rainbow in it’s vibrant excellence
Why this silence of a sudden? Please lift this burden of my feeling sullen, i have become addicted to your whispers in the dark, endangered as i am to it, like a bleeding swimmer is to the attack of a Shark
Fie me! Still keeping this memo of androecious ego? Now on my knees begging you to please whisper your scintillating syllable to me, once again, and get my mind stable
But alas! you are gone like the rainbow at the horizon, only this melancholy teardrops remain to shed, while watching the stars as i lay in bed.
The Oratorio 
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