I'm talking to you digitally,
Yes - no - yes - no,
One - zero - zero - one,
Not the results of a soccer match.
Signals instead of words,
Signals that are words.
Thousands upon thousands of signs,
In every nanosecond,
So no time will be lost,
And no sign.
For then you would probably think,
'He speaks slowly'
And hang up the phone on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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