omnipotent

The nature of knowing
is unknowable.

I think,
I suppose,
I posit and hypothesize
and ponder and wonder.

Omnipotence may be a blessing
but likely more by far
a curse.

For in this ignorance
lives a tiny gap
of hope.

A miniscule landscape upon which imagination may roam.

Fewer angels dance on the heads of all the world's pins
than all the scenarios I have imagined for you.