Spiders House

the icicles chime
 fingerings lost in the motions of our hands
 sit just as you are
 lost in the crime
 carry the choir
 age and peel
 after the quiet bleeds peel and age
 familiar peace in the pain
 pulling you wrong in soft belief and midnight finish
 a violent quiet freeze
 the carnival fighters are sharing a bed tonight
 bruised in the hay
 the circle around the brawl divides in frozen rain
 on spiders house
 after the quiet bleeds peel and age
 familiar peace in the pain
 raindrops tremble and wait to freeze
 on spiders house