Many amalgamations
Of the human face
Consist within this highway.
One hand over the wheel,
The other at my lap.
I scan the surrounding landscape.

One
Two
There
And the oscillations
Of the human heart,
Pungent within a rampant life
Project across the strips of our eyes.
The past has written the story.
The future has written the story.

The lights will soon turn green.
And we will go.