We’re fidgeting to mind our semiotic manners,
lit by mid-lunch clarity, sporting and Floridian —
an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...

spreading out in willful overloads of language design,

Skilled decor, de-simplified or notional contracts
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies with no precedent —

a corporate hold across a matrix of manners and adaptations, restrained praxis and hermetic syntax.
Nice beachfront. Amuse our ears and eyes, there are so few
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little)
— it seems an absurd referent and then less
and less so, here and there.