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In the calm before the storm
there was rites and celebrations
For all had been done,
it was the end of all their toiling
They slept through their days in darkness
And flew through their nights for light
The essence of their beginning
was the end that they’d been seeking
All their questions had been answered
and no answers were ever questioned
Their light was man made fire
No power to help things grow
"Touch and feel and learn"
"Only what’s dead will burn"
"Like logs lying in a lake of laziness"
"A stagnant pool of fools"
"The river that you have forgotten"
"Will fall from the skies soon"
The rain that fell
laid waste to all around them
And they cried in their hell
as their fate overcame them
"Won’t you come to the light with me", he said
"Won’t you come to the light with me"
In the boat that he built
of all that was living
He was raised too a mountain
by the ever flowing river
And the light he received from heaven
Was his right to live and to love
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Commentary: The 'older' Sumerian version of the flood story has the gods creating the flood because mankind was making too much noise. Stories change meaning and this is my modern version of the flood story, one of change.