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The Apostasy of Daylight

It’s the what-is-seen

that has eroded your faith in belief:

bones embedded in rock,

exposed by the eyes of the sun.


It says that we are one

is a whole lot more

than a hippie’s anthem,

the chant from a guru’s flock.


And in the early morning hours,

there’s a movement in your womb,

the jump of what is changing shape

inside you.


Look closer.

Last month it resembled a fish

and then an amphibious-thing

on land, even before

the day you named her –


after the mother who tucked a Bible

in your bed, shedding tears that pooled

and rose,


like the rains that lifted Noah,

his lions and his lambs,

the ones bestowed the Earth:


without the firmament,

which held

the heavens’ waters

drowning the terrible

lizard-beasts,


gave excuse for miles of strata,

made a heresy

of African skulls.




Andreas Gripp

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