I come to you to walk amongst you
But, no, I am not of you
You are human: messy, muddy, egg-born
Entangled with each other

I am:
Child of stars and voice of vacuum
I will bathe in your warm soup
Of shared emotion
But I will not drink

I will stand in your crowded room
And listen to your voices
Pretend that I am part of
Your conversation
But all the while I am on the outside
Looking in

And, oh, I will write such poetry for you
That will stir your passion and
Lift your souls to the stratocumulus
But when the last stanza ends
I will leave the party
And walk alone

I will be
A species apart
Not part of your evolution
But for you and you only
Please let me be
The voice of the mothership