See the passenger
Easily distinguished
Who thinks of lips all day
He takes directions from no one
Because he, himself, doesn’t even need to ask
He already knows the given
Always looking out the window
Riding and riding
Changing shadows with speed
Oversized and exaggerated creatures
The images around him gross and large
Within our place, see us
Images of muted dark- no blacked out color
Lips and directions
Nondirectional messages and assumptions
Give nonverbal signals and agreements
The passenger sees all, but cannot speak
Thinks lips all day
Miles are measured in songs-fog lifting off
The crops too slowly to see
Creating halos of light, too young to capture
Colorless shadows
Shadows with nothing to latch onto-
That are yet to be born, that only the passenger can see
