Nothing is ever just black or white,day or night, dark or light it's always someplace in between.Something that you may have seen
you don't know what or when or where but something that you knew was there,
words unspoken,a promise broken,you know it,
I know it's just a bit of the puzzle we puzzle over,the wool we pull over our eyes,the lies that we tell to tell to ourselves that all will be well
but we are not and never will be until we set our eyes free in order to see what is there,
and in between things is where things do occur,
things you would swear you had seen but have not.

In between has got
substance,
it vibrates in rhythms that escalate, yet you hesitate and do not hear the secrets that are whispered in your ear,
and do not see or feel what is and could be there,in between,not often seen or felt or heard and words are cheap.
keep the shutters on your eyes,spread them thinly on the lies that lie obscene for I have seen the in between,
between the fat and lean and I have
known well Jack Spratt's Queen within the nursery rhymes between the in between of fabled lines and
there are times
I wish I did not know a thing.