Infinite Monkey Theorem

LATE, A MIND CONFLICTED
TO FATHOM THOUGHTS INCONCEIVABLE:
INCEPTION'S WAKE
A POINT IN TIME, DEFINITIVE
YET POSSIBLE TO IMAGINE NOW
UNLIKE ITS YIN
LIFE'S END

BEYOND THIS PLACE
THE HEAVENS KNOWN
WOULD ONE FIND INFINITY OR NOTHING?
WOULD I WADE THROUGH THE DARK AS LONG AS I'D WALK?
BUT IF THE COSMOS END THEN WHAT IS IT BEYOND?

OH, WHAT'S THE CHANCE?
SOLE TIME BETWEEN TWO BLINKS
WE STAND ON A NEEDLE'S END AND DANCE

EYES CLOSED TIGHT
THROW PAINTS AT CANVAS UNTIL IT'S RIGHT
THE DEADLINE'S A WEEK PAST FOREVER
THE STARS MUST LINE BEFORE FOREVER COMES

EYES CLOSED TIGHT
LET TIME THROW PAINTS
WITHOUT AN INTENTION, AIM OR MIND 
MASSES OF WASTED CANVAS DESIGNS
THOUGH MOST MISS
FEW MAKE SIGHTS FAMILIAR
WITH A STRETCH OF MIND
BUT ONE PORTRAIT,
A PERISCOPE GIVES AWARENESS

THAT LIFE IS IMPROBABLE 
BUT WITH TIME WHAT'S NOT PROBABLE?
SHOULD IT COME AGAIN?

I LONG TO SEE THE ANSWERS OF ETERNITY
TO KNOW IF EYES VIEW EARTH ONCE I'M RELEASED
AS FAR AS MEETS THE MIND THERE'S NOTHING

JUST MYSELF
THE LONE CONSCIOUS MEDIUM TO VIEW EARTH
NO SOUL ELSE PROVIDES EVIDENCE
TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT ALONE
ONE INCIDENT ISOLATED NOW
NEVER AGAIN TO BREACH THE VOID

BUT BE LIFE IMPROBABLE
WITH ENOUGH TIME WHAT'S NOT PROBABLE?  
HERE IT COMES AGAIN

POST EARTH'S END
MANKIND AND SUN
POST REVERENCE, HUMOR AND LOVE
POST DEBRI'S CONTRACT
INTO ITSELF'S OWN END
UNTIL ITS MASS EXPLODES AGAIN

(SOLO: ROSSA)

OH, WHAT'S THE CHANCE?
SOLE TIME BETWEEN TWO BLINKS
WE STAND ON A NEEDLE'S END AND DANCE

EYES CLOSED TIGHT
THROW PAINTS AT CANVAS 'TIL IT'S RIGHT
THE PIECES MUST ALL FALL TOGETHER 
THE STARS MUST LINE BEFORE FOREVER

BLINDED SIGHT
LET SIMIANS ATTEMPT TO TYPE
THE DEADLINE'S A WEEK PAST FOREVER
THE STARS MUST LINE BEFORE FOREVER COMES

(SOLO: PHELPS)

FOREBODING SEED
TO LONG TO KNOW THE ANSWERS OF ETERNITY
AND HOPE THAT WHILE ACCEPTING WHAT'S NOT ONE'S TO KEEP
THAT EVEN IN THE STILLNESS THERE'S STILL SLOW STIRRING

I CLOSE MY EYES
SPIN LIKE A DERVISH
LOSE BEARINGS INTENTIONALLY
THROW PAINTS AT CANVASES TO FAIL FOR ALL TO SEE
TO WATCH IF PIECES FALL IN PLACE EVENTUALLY

FOREBODING SEED
TO LONG TO KNOW THE ANSWERS OF ETERNITY
AND HOPE THAT WHILE ACCEPTING WHAT'S NOT ONE'S TO KEEP
THAT EVEN IN THE STILLNESS THERE'S STILL SLOW STIRRING

I CLOSE MY EYES
SPIN LIKE A DERVISH
LOSE BEARINGS INTENTIONALLY
THROW PAINTS AT CANVASES TO FAIL FOR ALL TO SEE
TO WATCH IT FALL TOGETHER ON A DISTANT EVE