I Know Your Name

I know your name;

but they didn’t let me believe you’re there -

“alienus” – foreign, unknown, other;

made from another matter.

They told me humans are part stardust,

that we began from chaos, darkness itself;

that we have the cosmos in our veins;

that this is how the universe was created.

“There’s only vacuum, child” – vast, hollow, unreachable;

and nothing lives there.”

What are you made from then?

Human race;

earthly dirt and specks of shiny dust;

would I know it if I saw you?