Add a mix of theurgy
and hyperlink to neuts of gramme—I spin
in blogland: neurons
in the wet gauze
of def, spores of tag—the zot
in the stasis
of the Web:
digits
for countless others probing
the Net for my name—
me numbered, me squared
to a thousand and one
nights of the boolean me:
tapered
linkrot of vanity
shaping me as helicoid
in search of myself—to break
me, pulp my savage accent, 
my hack-herd packing words
in viruses with a thin
m-dash.