November

Nothing left in/from November, they say, but I didn’t think so. I’ve believed November’s nothing has been something the fullest. Why? I cannot tell exactly, because articulation requires artificiality. I just can say I perceived the nothing as by-product of overflowing. Yes, overflowing… that’s it! The over-flown fullness is the nothing of November, and it is not just exhaustion, or rather, pro-germination. I’ve loved November all through my life. Disguising barrenness, it embraces everything in the name of nothing, November. Time is snatching away my November, but I still love it.

Brit…