Catapiller No More

Who hasn't looked within his mind and sought
a rational account for that abyss
which looms beyond one's deepest, searching thought?
What inner galaxies does sense dismiss,
so glad to find asylum in a grid?
There are too few who spurn the shallow view
and for the Spirit's summit make their bid.
A fictional religion most pursue,
with patent holy questions asked by men
whose costumed thinking dramatizes dross,
instead of clarifying how and when
Truth's gold can be distinguished from its gloss.
So very real, the plot beneath Life's plan,
is waking the Divine mind in a man.