rapid descent in the inelegant rainstorm, the highway to cloud fall, the ignoble wet form of a god enraged, tempest or extra terrestrial mutated form, my weapons are useless, system defenceless, i'm just like king canute on the sea shore. 

the king tide is upon us, the season in hell, misery in the sodden foundations where waterlogged dreams submerged and forgotten like abandoned cities, civilisations unknown. 

sophisticated populations undone by a deluge, planet ark in a void of static and white noise, even angels and unknowns, the beings from above interfere with the flood.

madmen here voices, saner ones sirens, the call is upon us and who will endure?

not i said the ego with my brain so aloof, not i says the proud land dwellers and beasts with out roots fixed and stoic. not i say the indifferent with their tv guides and their signs, not i say the shopping mall dwellers as the stock market falls. 

only the adaptable impulse, the vital spark that drives, many vessels many forms and many lives will survive. 

noah didn't need to built his ark, he was the ark for he is also mankind, and in the ark was stored information, two of each strand of life. 

ever wondered why your dna is almost the same as a banana?