Underpass

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