After the Mask

Stay bright awake! The true night is eternal.
Both birth and death obscure infinity.
This 'brush with life', whose tortures are infernal,
has hidden at its core, divinity.
Existence as a bi-ped meat machine
confined to earth, is laughable. Vast space,
with stars hung trillions strong, is spread between
an edgeless wonderment, which only Grace
can comprehend. The churchly myths are pale
against this universe, in fact, they are a tomb
where Spirit's quest for truth is stalled in jail
with only fool's baloney to consume.
Behold the nightly stars: the proof is clear.
Your soul has many names, both far and near.