Make like a comet;
She your clothes and your fears
And streak across the sky.

Range far and wide,
Returning periodically
To offer the gazers
A generous glimpse,
But spend less time near them
And more further away,
In the colder, rarified, darker recesses.

Repeat, until
You can't maintain
Your eccentricity;
At which point,
Feel free to
Enter the dense hot air
Of your earthbound brethren,
And go out in a blaze
Of fiery falling fragments.