These are the generations

We  are all sons and
daughters of Noah,  the great
floods of our lives, the
tears and blood are
nailed to our own wood
tight and we float, baying,
beneath the sky in flood, the
stars drowned  beneath our
feet - oh we weep  to see
the peaks below our  eyes
and break our  hearts to
hear no bird fly -
the ropes creak, the wind
is limitless and we
float directionless in a
world  of water and
wide that we  traverse
from  side to side and
find no solid place to stand.
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