Sentinel Ii

In a timeless time In an unmeasured space It observed and regulated From Its appointed place. There were twenty seven universe To which It held the key, Twenty seven parallels where It was obliged to be. And It moved from plane to plane Instantly changing form Automatically choosing The current plane norm, Carrying out adjustments Making the odd repair Adjusting ecosystems As required here and there. In some planes It was suspected, Hailed as a prophet or a god. Worshipped and revered But thought this nothing odd, Just carried out Its duties As Its programme said For in all Its form It had No thoughts in any head. A mechanic of the intellect Passing from plane door to door Conscious only of Its tasks and need To recharge to perform once more. It felt no heat, And It felt no cold, And in measureless time, It was immeasurably old. !