I think we think up many things
But do we really think at all
So often we don’t recognise
When alien nudges come to call
They say the cosmos is intelligent
How on earth do they know that
Apparently transmitting stuff
A sort of awesome burst of chat
If you’re trying hard to listen in
Laidback and powered down
You might happen on a great idea
Become a mind of world renown
If like me yours hasn’t happened yet
I often wonder if mine will
I won’t give up but try to recognise
That when it comes it might not thrill
Any time a thought comes knocking
Perhaps a startling cosmic gift
A rocket powered countdown tool
That gives my 'missile missives' lift
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