nether novas

what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given

and now november morning will be taken asunder

the shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging

dug into the undiscovered of a life

a pest

a plague

falling back into the arms-no never

admitting to a life alone-no

claiming there are sparks inside

outside looking back-no

the lie never stopped

cling to the wave it cried and onward to the night

expecting not and nothing in the presence of a lie

the deeper that it dug the more now had to go

surrender was a fact and the room was decorated

no

no

no-the lie never stopped

what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given

the strangers may they come in ignorance's disguise

so into the dark walking to leave the last of times

knee-deep in desperation to fill the gap behind

boldly thread the night forever

november thought are right-oh

never

taken from the fall-no

frightened by the key but the trail behind the house

felt compelling and new

the lie never stopped

found at loss for words

now words aren't enough

someone told

a vacancy was open

someone laughed

the silence here was broken

dug up to make room

the room which you furnaced and graced

there is no vacancy

the least can fill the fountain

the most will flood the mold