Outlet

It seems the flow hasn't faltered

Although the path was altered

To roll through various states

Where an ocean of love awaits.

Post Flood

You can keep it flowing

And see where it’s going

Or stop the progression

With your intercession

Just like Ye Olde log jam

But bark will make bitter

Where there was once glitter

To leave a mud bath

In the aftermath—

Who gives a damn!