Written by  //  November 12, 2007  //  Book Reviews, Donnybrook Fiction, The Library  //  No comments

Is there fruit in building telepathy

When a text message will suffice?

Is there romance in abbreviated bits

Of transmission secure and nice?

A lack of unpredictable electric,

The shiver of lightning striking near,

A waiting for light to flash, a ringing cold.

It’s one you are certain to hear.

Vibration of a small weight, off balance

Or else it’s undetectable.

Whirring silence inside your head,

If it could be heard, incredible.

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Anton O Masia is Donnybrook's Poet Laureate and the original Elitist Hipster Snob.

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