the boat

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the waters clear
and still
too still
the sky is charcoal
as the boat slowly and steadily drifts towards the eye of the storm
its been brewing for quite some time
too long
like a dormant volcano
it's eerie
the birds aren't chirping
and the silence is deafening
my ears are ringing
why won't it stop
dangling off the boat
somehow i'm still attached by its heavy anchor
or something like that
i need to solve the puzzle
i want to break free
the captain sinks with his ship but i'm not the captain

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