Tomas Weber

We left them well, alone
gripped these arms to breaking or
to sleep, soon I see form I enter (broad the sky
the sign I could not enter though who enters
roads anyway I went all up the road night
searching (I can't help it these movements.
All the day up there my heart stopped
on the bridge your hair clasp. Foot
prints swam a little the surface. The canal
we leapt upon, we sliding under, the old man
felt high there above sound mouth
a hymn he wept once the very mass of
it heavy his whole heart echoes
the roof beneath him.