imagine —by Conghalaigh we all know that silence eye of the storm electric blackout deep woods where we realize all the noise we don't hear imagine past that a silence so surreal a silence that echos more silence that is a bomb blast a silence you feel rather than hear when your brain finally hears a scream it has been so deafened your thoughts cannot register what noise is until the pain comes and you know that screech is life the synapsis start to fire the howling becomes a voice who recognizes you it takes longer to recognize him this him who is someone else now anyway because the world has changed Page last updated 7 June 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo &  Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2005 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.