Who? It's none other than myself,
Your favorite small dress-tugging owl.
It's only me, your river-waving ribbon cowl.
I am the billowing grass in the whale rib shadow
The sleeping giant in the blue field meadow.

I am the photo frame that hands pretend
I am the bobbing ocean lens.
Who? I'm your muffled garage melody
I am your spraypaint nezumi.

I am the September airplane light show
And the black river running through the snow.
I'm the yellow ferz-studded sunset river.

Who? I am the judo flip
And the blood-caked duffel flag badge tip.
I am the arrow-splitting arrow shot
And I'm the ivy-walled parking lot.

I'm the ivory castle mountain
And the minaret boat army
In the fortress fountain.

Who am I? I am the darkling rye
I am the zoo book serpent eye.

I'm the one playing games
I'm the one who doesn't play games.

I am where the rice field meets the forest edge.

I am the approaching thunder sky
Over hedge mansions and midwest train rides.
I am the brown brick orchard song
And the fossil placed endearingly wrong.

I am your pine trees and stars on the monitor
I am the bobcat in the conifer.
I am the kana-blazoned ASCII vase
I am the rose-eyed thorny maze.

I am the snow in the graveyard.

Who? I'm your favorite small dress-tugging owl
I'm the answer to the pharaoh's scowl.
I'm your smile, your own smile
I'm the kiss upon the pharaoh's brow.

I am the ヒーロー that you've never seen
I'm the humor making jokes for free.
I'm the child that you've never seen
I'm the humor hiding behind a tree.
I can retrieve the newborn scene
And roll the clip, because I am free.


But say,
And what I will,
And what I've been
Is beneath the substrate of the scene.
And what I am,
And what I mean
Is that past which path leads to me.