I like how it reads like a symbolist poem, the conflating of the entrepot with the psychological river of discontent.
Interesting use of white space & font.
Enjoy the way the speaker's psychological itinerary intersects with the "her's" satoris.
Reminds me a big of some of the poems from Rimbaud's book of prose, Illuminations. The line "oddly odd to me too" feels like it's trying to hard, and the real significance of the line--not the overt cleverness--that this experience is seeming to someone heretofore unmentioned, gets obscured. Enjoyed!