it started at the ear

it started at the ear

and coiled down the neck,

the hair

aside

like these straights, these benders,

these bones deferring to serpentine twist,

and into drains of darkness

in the flesh,

around twin dimensions like w in m

with connections like spider’s thread

typing trap and longing in legs’ solid web,

and up to weightless

to be consumed by completion’s sinuous monolith

shapeless, like the religion of the dead.