On telescopic sensors falls the light from far away
Presenting minds with puzzling finds they cannot solve today
Gaze deep into the galaxy’s heart and see that seething glare
And theorize till your demise what’s going on in there.
Professor Smug believes that there’s a black hole deep within
And many fight and say he’s right but others only grin
A white hole fits the bill as well though many disagree
Perhaps what’s there is something rare that fits no theory.
Around the central white spot known as Sagittarius A
A swirling mass of heated gas does hold our eyes at bay
A thousand stars in orbits close are moving rapidly
Which as some know does seem to show enormous gravity.
Whatever’s there is keeping us from drifting off in space
Without its power within an hour our sun would lose its place
Perhaps there’s some intelligence that we’ve yet to detect
Something that strives to organize and does all things connect.
