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Between We


we’re knowing something’s there we can’t yet see
persons or things that’ll bring unity
from a space like between index and thumb
we know it’s there even when pinched til numb
we skirt our God responsibility
to our Jesus, Mohamed or Yahweh
We were told they weren’t the place but the way
let’s be love with all our ability
but not the novella’s love and passion
if possible the love of compassion
we all can have our own reality
what’s real is I’m nothing without all you
you’re nothing without me; this is what’s true
we repeat inevitability
our DNA is part of the earth’s blue
something like all our breathprints make the dew
on leaves or fill clouds for calamity
we’re living to get tween waves of the sea 


-- Brandon S., Adult