It's not the way to pilot a ship
By standing on its hull
It's AI is busy screaming
But the view from above
Is unbelievable

I found the ship, parked in my
Backyard; a thing of glory and
Invisible, at least to my neighbors
Bringing its ladder down
In silent, smooth as only a
Bullet fired could, almost fired
It was machine quick, and smooth

I'm not the type to jump
Bring conclusions
Incomplete to situations
Boring, and mundane
I'll figure it out, think quick

Invention; that's my cup of tea
Brought to me on the ship
Intelligent as it is, it's just a
Boat, big; sailing stars
Instead of seas
Between worlds
In the stars

Is it too much, having this task
Being responsible for what
It brings with it, holdings of time
Brought with the shaping of it all
I stand here to see it
Braced against the ship
It, held up by nothing at all