Speckled Black Marble

The speckles were so sudden,
None at all for forever
And then, within a few turns,

A sprawl of them blooming
Every night on the dark side.
Given how quickly they lit,

Wouldn’t it make the most sense
To assume they won’t go on
For very long? The weird lights

Themselves sometimes ask themselves,
Take some pictures of themselves,
Make some predictions, as well.

But there it is. A small thing,
Fresh rash of lights in the dark.