As Beneath, No Above

The fear comes up 
through the floorboards
in the house of despair. 
There is no outside.
This home is where
the tart is
without any sweet.
O destruction, sing your 
nonce. A wish to dance 
whispers an incantation 
to the chance to leave
this house. There is no
outside. The fear comes
up through the slab 
under the house of
despair. An umbrella
was built over the roof
ostensibly for rain
but the only casualty
was shine. There are 
spines in the house 
and some of them 
are not books.