Does god look for himself in poetry? maybe He sits alone, in his underwear, searching on the internet, something he can't claim to have created. He finds only bible quotes and, strangely Enough, pornography, which is promptly filtered by software, the angels had installed as a prank. The christian stuff is disappointing, and he Twists around, in his chair, muttering "I never said that; those damned prophets just weren't listening." He feels only isolation and, quickly Turns over, to his email, reading prayers that have come, in just today by the millions.