Envision this want-to-be,
an airship like a bitten off piece of cathedral cake
ceramic, concrete, shale, earth and water 
lancet arched stained glass windows
bits of filigreed fenestrations
balletic balustrades
tenuous turrets from which to fling wide your arms
above factory fumed air in unglazed sun 
those tattered undersails mere décor
dove dodge and wind guides
nothing to do with propulsion
scooping ventilation by kilns and kitchens 
and those fan blade rotors like flat umbrellas, 
floral, windspinning, whirrers
must be for some other cooling or warming
directing air to heat rooms  creating thermals
because the tethered vessel is so soaked 
with buoyant magic it must be tied 
to the ruins from which it sprang, 
the remains of its making ...
an exegesis of ecclesiastic architectonics is this defiance
a maundering mobile majesty, a monumental heresy
housing children of dreamers,
rabbit ready angel spawn who learn the star spangled sky 
as alphabet, resonate and respond to air currents
rockabye baby sailors raised, by this village vessel of 
good cooks and caring creatives through love to be loving
hope floats       dagnabbit     hope floats

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