Tin (The Manhole)

I (I)
I (I-I, I)
I (I)

I'll be the fox by the road, I am
Enormous and evolved
A predatory mass, in the dark, I am unseen
Me dripping oil from my tail and me
Eyes are through the fumes
Yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs

I leave a path in the snow little
Rainbow diesel paws
I devour the smoke that erupts from all exhaust
I make a dash for the median
There's a banshee searing past
And everything is light and it's noise and I reach the grass

My eyes are wide and my teeth dropping
Straight out of my skull
They clatter on the road anatomically displayed
I am as lithe as a vine as I
Whisper up the verge
And I am almost up to the shoulders of a horse

Little sea anemone, pool of rocks
Why'd you see an enemy I cannot?
Could there be a more heavenly artifact as pure as that?

A little sea anemone, pool of rocks
Why'd you see an enemy I cannot?
Could there be a more heavenly artifact as pure as that?

(A little sea anemone, pool of rocks, why'd you see) I sleep a while in the dark of a
(Enemy I cannot, could there be) warehouse by the sea
(More heavenly artifact as pure as that?) I'm now as giant as the sun I used to love
(A little sea anemone, pool of rocks, why'd you see) my limbs are shoots springing forth I am
(An enemy I cannot) impossible and black
And I can feel the gravity rushing into me

I feel a pull on my fur and a
A hundred tiny hands
And I can feel the men and the women clamber on
They will embrace me tonight as a
A father and a son
And I will carry Homo sapiens through the night

I cannot imagine the things they did to you
I cannot imagine the way it feels for you
I can feel the gravity rushing into me
I'm but a hole in the fabric of the scene
I was but a drop in the ocean all along