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Empty
Like an old water tower
With an inch of rain water congregated inside
And rust flakes floating
Like ancient flower petals on the surface

Unmoving
And I could sit
In that rustic tin all afternoon
Wedged safely within it's paper-thin walls
Reveling in the silence

Rust
It's smell like old blood
Shall be my one and only companion today
I will welcome it's innocence
But without the enthusiasm that would ruin the moment

Sentimentality
It runs through my blood
Today and stays everything but my heart
And my breath
Like the dream that echoes undertones in my every thought

Discontent
But I wouldn't know
How to go about fixing that just now
And anyways the sunlight
Sparkling in the water has somehow ensnared me

Restless
But unwilling to blink
For fear the scene before me would scatter
Like butterflies
If I should frighten it away

Peace
Of an odd sort
Has found a refuge on my shoulders and weighing them down
But it is not the peace without fear
Merely the absence of gravity just before a crash