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A web has been spun
around the world
wide as imagination
making possible what
before hand took years

Many other modes of
communication and
intercourse have fallen
almost by the way side
and flies come in droves
thirsting for much more

What spider lurks we
can only conceptualise
What dangers we
can scarce visualise

But what remains as
it was in antiquated
human conversation
is that in all this closeness
in each others' faces
we are trully still alone.


A web has been spun
around the world
wide, wild conflagration
forging herculeaic
the marriage of hearts
and souls and minds.

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I think that this would make a great poem, but I only really liked the third stanza, because it's the only one that really had a good rhythm and flowed well.