"She sees the sheep in the crate..."

She sees the sheep in the crate, elephants, boa constrictors.

She can quote you the book that you wish you had read.

In a bathtub, she sits, with her old rusted scissors,

And the crescent emerges and silently hangs overhead.

She walks on the ledge, while the moonlight caresses her skin.

One more step, Margarita, and it might be the one that will break you.

But the net of the stars has been cast and it's pulling her in.

Will you take me with you? I will do what I can not to wake you.