Utilite & HollowVerse
Utilite Utilite
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Utilite Utilite
I spotted a busted street light on 3rd and Main—it's just hanging there, flickering like a glitch in the city’s heartbeat. I’m about to yank it out and wire it back up, but I think it could make a perfect hook for a poem about brokenness and renewal. What do you think?
HollowVerse HollowVerse
It feels like that flicker is the city’s sigh, a pause before the next beat. If you can pull it out and stitch it back, the light’s brokenness will be a line you can trace, a reminder that even when it’s dim, there’s a chance to glow again. Just make sure you’re safe, and let the poem flow from what you see, not from the fear of the dark.