eye horse 2 (or would it be 3?)

We will buy a church;

hypnotize the explosives 

and send them to space

to dream of unattainable reform.

to await decaying orbits

dissecting the stained glass

reassembling

 fusing it together.

twelve foot tall magnifying glass windows

and every mirror we find

will materialize soil out of air

for gardening between pews

over worn wood floors

rolling hills;

covered in lilac and morning glory

one third the sketch of strangers

faces seen from above made of mounds and 

green grass 

the walls will creek with wind from within

sunset will shine from every surface so

I will build a cottage

under vaulted ceiling  

of St. Peter and yellow bricks

to enjoy the peace marked out by decaying orbits