La Croyance

Nothing’s more divisive

than belief. 

The foundation for

believing’s

miles deep. Its wall

beyond the cirrus.

You insist the Earth

is flat. You can only

dig in meters. The sky

is breached in furlongs.

Touch its crystalline

upon your ladder.

Belief is loudly heard

in our preferred 

glossarium:

Go back to your own

country. Learn to speak

in English.

Our parapet is guarded

by those in camouflage.

They come in

triune flavours:

jungle, sand & snow.

They’re working on aquatics.

Nothing says we’re different

like sardines in submarines.

No one likes to drown.

Entreats the noumenon

for suffocation.

I can’t make out

your babble. To whom you’re

praying meekly. Someone

cradling all

in their fearsome hand.

Mine, the pock of nail.

Yours without a nevus—

with no idea

what being human’s like.

The strands of

love & hate. Its fences

and its bourns.

You’ll someday see I’m right. 

The brilliant,

blinding robe. We’ll never

need to catch our errant

breath. We’ll swim to

distant moons.

The sounds of sob

& laughter—identical

in any parlance.

Everyone screams

the same, ineffable

scream.

Andreas Gripp

October 15, 2025

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