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…