To Be Omniscient

The night sky searches for thee,

With its omnipresent stretch.

Running with the galaxies,

Along an omnitemporal sketch.

Observe the stars as they knowingly twinkle and still protect,

In times of indifferent negation and outright neglect.

Like science fiction bends the Truth,

Vicariously, proffering its omnibenevolence.

And in times of leisure and certainty,

Measures the dimensions of its reply,

Each time asserting a different dialect:

That in times of certitude, search the stars for doubt,

And in times of doubt, search the stars for certitude.

That all the roads to the universe,

And all the laws read like this:

The infinite calms the divine search in thee,

The search to be omniscient.