A web has been spun <br />around the world <br />wide as imagination <br />making possible what <br />before hand took years <br /> <br />Many other modes of <br />communication and <br />intercourse have fallen <br />almost by the way side <br />and flies come in droves <br />thirsting for much more <br /> <br />What spider lurks we <br />can only conceptualise <br />What dangers we <br />can scarce visualise <br /> <br />But what remains as <br />it was in antiquated <br />human conversation <br />is that in all this closeness <br />in each others' faces <br />we are trully still alone. <br /> <br />A web has been spun <br />around the world <br />wide, wild conflagration <br />forging herculeaic <br />the marriage of hearts <br />and souls and minds.<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/click-to-proceed/
