Points of View

This is but a small patch
But it shows to the eye
In calm skies, the moon gone.

In fact, if there are facts,
It’s a vast swarm of stars
A whole globe of them packed

By the tens per light year,
A spot in the great dark
With far more light than ours,

Night skies there with no bridge
Of souls, no black-holed snake,
Just stars crammed rim to rim.

If an Earth were in there,
If eyes had popped up there,
What minds would light up there.