Out there in the darkness
A very peculiar place
That maybe isn't there
In the on and on of space
Ageless and formless
Neither large
Nor small
The recording angel
Noting all
A silent whisper
Barely a cry
The only sign of
A galaxy about to die
Duly noted
Duty done
Silently waiting
For the next one
It all blurs and forms
Flashes and is past
For a being outside of time
Nothing ever really lasts
Not even a tedium
Of a duty endlessly on
Just noting and recording
What has come and gone
Every atom noted
One gone from here
The book will be balanced
When it reappears
Unconsciously conscious
Carrying out its role
The recording angel
A creature without soul
Out there in the darkness
A very peculiar place
That maybe isn't there
In the on and on of space
