isolationism

we've milked this marsh dry
beamed its gnostic gospel ad-
nauseum to the edge of the moon
jaundiced;
a hangnail in the neon sky

above nomads recalling
soft shades of pathos defeated
- obliquely
hermetic hermeneutics,
and all else that's needed to engender giants

and tomorrow we'll entertain
(in our neat, impermeable bubbles)
offers of weather for sale from
the disturbingly tangible things we've seen
behind our eyes closed tightly