Rough metal shapes hover over tall trees
Reflecting light from cars driving on a highway
Off in the distance, drivers making their way
Home and elsewhere in the early morning hours.
I can see them looking out the upstairs window,
Missing a yellow Beetle that’s normally a landmark
Parked out on the street that tells me my home is
Just a few normal breaths and wheel turns away.
Momentum carries those cars up and over the
Rise, beyond the green, out of my sight, though
They aren’t of much concern to me, I’m looking
For something they don’t carry, something in the night.
In front of my eyes, into my eyes, in through my eyes
Come complete signals carrying information
Not meant for the likes of you or me, not ready,
Released too soon and there will be a breakdown
The darkness is dotted with those shapes,
Barely visible messages painted in barely visible
Colors in barely understandable scrabbles
And they twist and turn in the midnight wind
Dangerously a paradox whispers from the nightstand
Radio, trying to reinforce the metallic messages
Trying to break through the filtering screen
No words no teeth no mouth no freedom.
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