"I didn’t arrange or rearrange. I simply wrote down what of herself and myself and other people Ántonia’s name recalls to me. I suppose it hasn’t any form. It hasn’t any title, either."

Butchered Tongue -- "Let these words be your Earth and moon"

You don't know me

Not at all

The picture in your mind 

Is not of me

You never had the right angle

Not at all

Looking into me, you saw only yourself

Only the things you needed to see

I allowed it, thinking it was as good 

Some invisible thing like me could get

But I'm not the man you looked through

I'm not someone to be peered through

My body is made of flesh and blood

Like yours, fight that as you may

You are not eternal or all-knowing 

Or god-like or better than or above it all

I never wrestled you down or

Spoke against you or 

Resisted your trampling

But it seems like the burden of not knowing 

Has gotten to you

You ask yourself things like

"Did I ever really know him?"

"Was he ever really there?"

"Was that as good as it gets?"

With that, I'm free

Now I look through you

Now I'm above you after all

Now you're pulled down into the ground

Now I'm peering through your vacancy

Now, with no translator, you listen and know less

Now, through grace, I listen and understand

Amavi -- "All that I can see is you without me"

Foggily, I thought then

I put words on pages

Through a fisheye, I glanced

I never saw anything as it was

Running for years, I grew tired

Would you happen to know that I don't sleep

Would you happen to know that I can't reason

Would you happen to know that I pace

Back and forth, within myself, without myself

No, I don't think you would

How would you

Never really cared to know those things at all

This insurmountable amount of emotion I carry

Let me deal with it on my own, let me carry yours too

You go ahead, feet floating, and run around with whomever 

But you'll put your facade on first

Won't you

Just Nostalgia -- "You'd like me more if I didn't care about you"

Who do they want you to be

How should you feel

You enjoy changing your hue like a fairytale serpent

Come on back to me when you're done

Regain your true tone 

Eventually feeling bold

Wanting to ditch the undesirable tincture

You watch me fade away

Free at last

You run and run

Shade to shade

You make the fatal error

Inevitable

Of course

You look down

You notice that something is off

What exactly was your truth

How silly of you

Surely you can remember

I do

I know what lies within you

Without you

Suddenly you can't recall why you let me fade

So willing to change for others

Unyielding for me

But that allowed me to see you

With my entirely unfiltered lens

I saw beneath your scales

I saw what you stomached and buried

I saw how you yearned

You never thought to find

What exactly I contained

Maybe if you had that answer

You'd get it all back  

So you dig and dust and disect

Retracing steps

Lurking through our remnants

But like an unqualified archeologist

You uncover nothing at all

Finding originality is touch-and-go

Especially when pawned off previously 

So try to run back to me

You can call my number

But I won't answer

"I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy."