Untitled By seelifein69 I beam from a far, planning like a spider, just how I would pin you with some spare telephone wire. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A chord of importance. By Soulfighter-123 Twisting, turning, intertwining professionally; winding up forever in a spiral form, Lengthening out as far as far can get, but never growing further than the farthest it reaches. Falling down in a single ringlet – the colour of black, white, blue or fawn. Actively bouncing of its own accord, springing enthusiastically back and forth. A chord of importance, a chord of control, A chord which was functional at the time of Henry VI’s power. Not a musical chord but a simple telephone wire. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Waiting on the Wire By -oz Oh, how I miss the beeps and squeaks, Of the internet's inflection. But no, not yet, my mom still speaks; I miss my dialup connection!