In the corner of a fathomless universe, risen in a minor galaxy the pond is not seen, along with the raft of ducks paddling across the buoyancy of its chilly body. The Furies that bind us together, love or ambition, are not known within the largess of our being. When his mind stopped prating the god laughed, and launched the poem again... The Runes of Mars: sand, clay, stones. Water, but ducks none.