Locked and located in the visions of the abatement
Taxed and gyrated in the fractured giving of some hate that meant
Time on a prison planet in the formation of the Self;
Leave me alone lest I mate with an Elf.

The roads around Elgin Avenue are softer than the marshmallow texture around them
Lake Districts walks in the coldness of a fanciful imagination of power
The adornment of robes and the inculcation or flights of the orgies
Holding people into power when the High Street said “enough!”.

This as it is is the mentioning of tempestuous recalcitrant energies
Pulling the simple man apart so he may walk on water on the Thames
Merry with last nights joviality and sad with tomorrow’s created stress,
And too burdened a mind lost with the lover that is Christ wanting more.

These are the doors or perceptible forgiven channels and angles troubling angels
Harassing the ordinary ambition of every day mental men
Walking the tight rope to the corporate office and raised appropriation of success
While the light within beacons for more than is possible from a human breast.

Washes from washes are potential when the image is coursed in love
Such is greatness when it falls for pigeons in Trafalgar without a dusty dove.

AI Summary

The poem moves through inner confinement — a mind feeling taxed, watched, and pressured by forces larger than itself. It blends landscapes, robes, rivers, and angels to show how power, faith, and exhaustion shape the speaker’s sense of self. The struggle between worldly ambition and spiritual longing creates a tension that pulls the “ordinary man” in opposite directions. In the end, the poem reaches toward grace — a hope that love, light, and small moments of beauty might soften the weight of living.