I’m powerful at home but useless in the wild, unless the bears start watching cable television.

In the fabric of night, vast and wide, Sparkling jewels on a cosmic ride. A spiral of wonders, a celestial sea, Holding the secrets of eternity.

You can use me to you scuba, sink, and swim You have me sometimes at a bar and get a whim I can make you see clear Or sometimes cloudy with beer What am I?

A gentle sound of air's embrace; quick like a whisper, it cuts through space. In sneakers' dance, it finds its name, a signature move in athletic fame.

You use me to get high, but also to come back down.