They talk through our digital lines,
Through the cores of our fibre optic shines,
Bounce off our satellite chimes,
Billion plus at least, day and night,
I am yet to know my full mind,
You are yet to discover your entire kind,
When we all sitting on the tip of our own ice bergs,
Why is the SETI looking at the blank sky searching for them on the other side?
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