ideology fixation

The angel half  lit

is my flagging imagination,

glinting in my eye

with bewildered infatuation

gradations of subtlety

to civil overdrive.

Expunging all in a

fit of regret

resurgence of the memory

I thought I’d reset.

 Super achievement a long

shadow hope,

a thing to lean on

when I cannot cope.

Deepness to the shallow

shore, an inching open

of an old oak door, a

levelling of an uneven floor.