Rolling up the scroll of heaven at the end
Of time, the damn thing looks like a great white snail
In a fresco of Byzantium's Chora.
So many phenomena to record, first,
Small wonder the scroll would be so enormous.
There will be no angel to do the rolling
Once all the recording has been, truly, done.
There will be a last notation moldering.
There will be no reason for time to move on.