The fly disturbs the silence
More so
Now that the fan of the fire
Is no more
The two minds of the mind
Claim the silence
One is ok with solemnity
One is not so so sure
The curtains are closed
Closing the window
Cuts out the wind noise
A giant spider appears
It raises within me
Such hypersensitivity
That I now hear music
As if in the very walls
As if also out in the dead of night
Did then the spider eat the fly
Or did it die
As all of those others had before it
