The picture shows a red
duck, swimming along an
invisible pond path. Its head
cocks intelligently to the side,
curious of something outside
the frame.
Imagine his thin legs and
webbed feet, kicking franticly
just beneath discordant
aboveward calm.
Trace the wavering V that
builds behind him: an arrowhead
pressed to his back, prodding him
towards some unknown. To what?
Discovery? Redemption?
Blankness?
Unknowable beyond the red
mahogany frame. Forever
undefined. Perpetually indistinct.
But still he kicks.
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I am quite fond of this one...you're mind works in odd ways my son.
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