It surges away accelerating within its length,
a self-winding mind
pumped through muscular hoops.
A sharpshooting tongue flicks, drilling space,
muscular chains shrug along propelling flanks.
Snake slips through its own ribs;
watching that swift cage
roll over the tractor-prints of its flesh
my pulse also pushes ahead
running to define a matching rhythm,
a pattern etched on the undersurface
of that unseen belly.