It was The Keeper of The Universe,
A position of skill and precision,
Most High and Senior Management
Consulted on every single decision.
Housed in the Infinite Chamber,
An endless dark and violent place
Located across Infinite Dimensions
In the Museum of Time and Space.
It ensured the stars were polished
So their pinpricks of twinkling light
Added a sense of calm mystery in
The blackness of their eternal night.
The experiment was running
Nothingness being the norm
Except one speck of dust had
Somehow spawned a sapient form.
Maybe a pollutant or an ill prepared
Exhibit had caused it to go wrong
It took a considered decision to
Allow the experiment to carry on.
The lapse having been duly noted,
Extra surveillance regime imposed,
Still eons of consideration before if
Needed, it be cleansed and closed.
Unceasing, untiring, continuously
The Keeper of The Universe served
Emotionless, formless, ungendered
The Keeper of The Universe observed.
