Spiral Higher - Emily Ritz

Fine fibers make up the web

Snake shoves his tail into his head

Round circle makes up the wheel

The planets shape how we feel

I’m lone spider on my web

I’m snake beginning to shed

You come around when you can

Try to open but you won’t bend

Climb into my fine web

I’ll make a soft bed

We’ll melt into fine fibers

Spiral up higher and higher

Spiral higher