What?

Granted, everything’s still
Quiet on this spiral

Arm of a galaxy
With a nice, black-hole core,

But something’s a little
Head-popping, no matter

How many times witnessed,
About being aware

Of even one other
Spiral island out there,

NGC 1055,
For instance, in dark space,

Large as our galaxy
With its billions of stars,

Just sitting quietly
Out there, like what . . . like what?