Wishing Perfection Well

Have me an ideal garden, party, summer day;
such was the plan and the execution, gallows
and all for one, the number that made up the 
original story of no knowledge as perfect
knowing, didn't you hear about that from
a pulpit in your neighborhood? That was just
pancakes, under the rhythm that didn't play
beyond the light stream window watch or 
don't but never neither the things in front
of your table that you set up just so and 
cleaned in the way that you hoped everyone
would see clearly.