Holy Water

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