ducks on the falls
look at the ducks swim against the current moving hard in the wrong direction effort etching lines into the current I was here I was here I came from somewhere I’m on a path and not just suspended in this one moment, no physical proof of past and future One conscious moment and 25 years of dust on moving boxes Hard deviating lines of movement that slice through water and leave scars a sharp ambition to fight against this life
I will live it in irony if I have to I will live in spite of it