pronoia

[for dixie]

This space is 
very quiet.
Not silent but
not not silent either.
It sighs and heaves
cries sometimes
deceives.
It seems like
I suddenly appear.
Murky. Maudlin.
Without warning.
Severe.
Astonished as fog
surrounds unfastened
memories.
The fickle reminders
that I could have
gone anywhere
other than
here.

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