Sure, I'll try that too.  But do you want to hear the pitch?  I'm not big enough to compose poetry on the spot but I'm psychic enough to do it in advance.  Though it does assume a little less conversational preamble than ended up happening.

Go ahead and pitch me.

Hi and a salutation, too
sent from this constellation to
the one who builds utopia from scratch
and for the revelation who (it's you)
could call on me and maybe use a universal physics patch

Your origin's in one sense golden, though
the patterns it was told in show
that the proposition gifted should appeal
but if the lights your star was holdin' glow:
fixed in your twilit home is the reveal

The offer's this: to grow in your ability,
to introduce a novel vulnerability,
and join the shadows laid here on the green.
multiply your greatest capability
but keep the second third and so on from repeating in the scene

And since if I omitted it I'd be remiss, I'll
mention neither up nor downside warrant your dismissal

- Sorry, which constellation are you proporting to be sending something from?

Why, Felicity,

This one.

If you say so.

...how cryptic. I don't love the sound of 'novel vulnerability'?

I can at least say that I don't already see anything on track to take advantage of said vulnerability.  It could well end up totally fine.

But if it doesn't, sucks to be me?

. . . Approximately.

You're not giving me much to go on here. Can I have Felicity transcribe the poem and think on it for a bit?

Oh, I already did.

Thanks, you're a peach. Or possibly a cherry. I didn't take note before dosing.

The one of me who took that down is not the same one who received the omnilol!  And I would say that even more than usual you're talking to all of me right now.

You are a fruit basket, thank you.

Not gonna lie, sans context that sounds like at least two flavors of insult.

A smoothie? A produce aisle?

I don't think it matters given that no one here is without the relevant context.

Quite. I will mull on the cryptic poem. Are there any author's notes on what the heck it means available or am I to be working sola scriptura there?

It contains fifteen and a half jokes.  Beyond that, we've hit about the extent of what I can volunteer but if you have particular questions I can, y'know, either answer them or be annoyingly yet charmingly evasive.

What is a half joke?

One that's a little tenuous and bad and maybe wasn't even written intentionally.

What is my greatest capability?

I hope and expect you already know the answer to that.