In Defense of Cell Phones

I couldn't help but wonder
How in the thicket of thin air
Throbbings sent by minuscule hearts
Are received by its intended cell

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Bowed heads of glinting eyes
That scintillates, not with the glow
Of the screen's backlight
But with clowns popping out of
The screen and strings of letters
Being scrolled down.

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No.
A unit cannot be anymore reduced
To mere plastic chips.
Or mere buttons to
Push