Stardust

The alien inside me, who this face serves to disguise,

who sees this world's outline through these dull dim human eyes

and watches all our empires rise and riot, rot and fall,

feels homesick for the sunbeams of the farthest stars of all,

for floating cities stranded on unimaginable moons,

and aches with curbed divinity, but patiently he waits:

although he must sink with me when I merge into this soil

and rise once more to crawl with each and every earth born child

he knows where we have been is where we finally return,

to face the furnace burning in the heart of every Sun,

the heat where every atom moved by love is first begun,

where fine Anthropic threads that bind us all within are spun.