Mitigating sins
leveraging countenance
in search of the morning kingdom
to see the sky to bow to the sun
Navigating
as the vortex
in between these eclipses
breezes briskly passing through the greens
the air is changing
into water
still flowing
runs deep
Wished that red river
within
is at peace
by green pulses
permeated through the bleached sunken glares
riding upon the bliss
of the blessings from forgotten harmony
and old memories
to strike a chord
with this moment
Of this throat
wet and airy
stuck with the lump
permanently fixed
with lips
uttering prayer
indefinitely
