If the black hole targets me again, I'm not human
And if I'm anonymously ominous to him
It's cause I'm not human
In the snake pipes underneath the drains I'm flowing with the rains
If I was light through your window at night I would fall on you so I could watch you change
Into a magical cartwheeling radical, the kind I found under bathroom light
And under blankets where the snake queen of snake dreams makes sounds
Like fur rubbing boxes at night
If the black hole targets me again, it's cause a star died
And if I'm anonymously ominous to him, it's cause I know why…
On sticky counters, every pound of hers makes a difference to me
And in the orchards the moonlight casts shadows on her thoughts about me
One breath of smoke goes and covers up the apples, the fruits from the tree
The silver light makes tinfoil out of cold snow and the ice looks like mirrors from the sea
But just a shadow I be…