it coils like a roly-poly
like a sleeping kitten

like a snake
or a tight fist

let me at you, I think

one finger on shift
and the other on two

then punch in the coordinates
highlight the target

a new kind of war
asymptotic

in which we launch
at each other

drive-by style
symbols shaped like grenades

infinity shrinks but
never disappears

we veer towards the line
yet approach forever

the impossible point
where we might meet