The Air is Still Inside

How do I know I'm moving?
It's pitch black outside
no frame of reference
a pane of empty glance
Are the wheels moving below?
No window at my feet
poet's lounge is shaking
or is the Earth just quaking?
Oh, wait... there's something in the distance
A light gone by
could be a reflection
mirrored in misperception
Where is the engineer?
Controlling my instincts
am I unknowingly parked?
or riding into the dark?