Heat bleats longer light
cracks under foot crowd around —
I merge, nobody.
This is what I ended up with to describe walking around in downtown, feeling discombobulated in a crowd, as the days stay longer later, and passing on sidewalks is a tussle of anonymity, then shout outs to dread, the push-pull is the formula that never seems to change.
The writing was more of a struggle than I thought it would be– lost in translation, perhaps?
The reversal or 2 thoughts opposed, right next to each other, I think I comprehend that theory, when I read it.
Have I managed to create it? Well, that is a different matter altogether.