In perpetual night,

a galaxy without suns

rotates through the ages.

A gas cloud spins its wheels

unable to form the stars

of sister galaxies

so the light never quite comes on

and people are never born

on planets which do not form

around stars which aren't meant to be.

We listen to weak radio emissions,

deduce its existence

but not its purpose

or its mystery.

Bathed by the light

of our planet's sun,

we remain in the dark.