Hmmm... It goes in the opposite direction to most of your poems, it starts in glorious brightness and descends into the depressing chaos of listlessness, even apathy. Hope your day improved...
I don't know that it did much, that one.it's interesting that you saw glorious brightness, whereas for me it was more like stifling sauna-like heat, which is what happens when the sun has a clear go without clouds at the community centre roof below my windows!
It reminds me of T S Eliot's Preludes or a companion piece in antithesis, as he starts in the evening, in winter, and involves community along with the individual. But it has that same feeling of bleakness and out of control lethargy & 'Who cares?' or "What's the point?' The first Prelude is one of my favourite poems, for all its bleakness, as it finishes with a note of hope - the lighting of the lamps - though the rest of the preludes are not so hopeful.
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