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.