I was a part of them and yet I wasn't A friend, a convenience, an occasional invited guestOr so it seemsA part of the world I'm surveyingFrom far above it, in spaceSwimming through the embryonic sacOf another discovered wormholeCursed to cycle in a circular motionLike waves to the coasts, on the beach, near the ocean Or so it seemsA beast most would wish not to burden themselves withIn whispers they say that I'm wrong to...