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.