I'm Not Human - Beams

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…