If an infinite number of monkeys
Typing at an infinite number of keyboards
Will create every piece of literature
(past, present and future)
Would not an infinite number of coffee spills
On an infinite number of stove tops
Create every possible image
(and every possible Rorschach)
Would I not sooner or later
See Jesus and Elvis and Mt. St. Helens
My mother holding me in her arms
My fondest fantasy
 and my worst nightmare
And at some point
Come to the face of God
What happens then...

1/23/2009