The Infinity Monkey Problem

Somewhere
within the walls
of a freshly-painted bungalow
in a faraway island,
a handful of AI machines
churn out code
ceaselessly
to derive a meaning
of the existence
of all.
 
A billion years
may have passed.
The hardware
was replaced
with sentient photons
assigned
to the same Sisyphean task,
to derive a meaning
of the existence
of all.
 
Infinity
has passed.
These photons,
like tireless wanderers,
dance between
uncharted dimensions,
shine upon
gods and beings of hidden worlds,
squeeze through wormholes,
get sucked in
and spewed out
of black holes,
catch up with the edges
of the stretching universe,
but the meaning
eludes them all.
 
Infinity
has come
and gone.

Time
stands still.

The question
stares back
from the freezing,
paint-peeled walls
of the deserted bungalow–
demanding the dots
be connected
backwards.