a wave on gut strings
changes phase at each
slam into polished stone
as skaters echo in the
bahnhof air caught
in their bodies as a
gulp on windpipe
slap of board vibrating
in the ear I lose bearings
underground come out
two streets later how far
out of place a question

of the balance between
echoes under stone
white-knuckle saunters
through the streets and
out of the rubble angels
free from gravity
gilt catching the light
the wall down the
movement of internal
displacement fractures
the wall a sentence
crumbling into air