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