The land is flooded
We have taken to canoes
small boats and floating
What was once underneath is now concealed by water
Your home has become a boat
Yet each person is alone upon their own boat
Following not the one who navigates properly
But the one whose boat is most ostentatious
The water is dark and carries with it the dusts
None my know the depth except for the objects above water
Trees and lamposts that give evidence of roads underneath
But what use are any of those roads now
Our dominion has been reduced to small islands
The land now belongs to the fish
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