i praise the in between. we're born in between. we love to be between the sheets. even the planners are in between. and the land grabbers. they're in between, being busy being born and busy dying. though they know not what lies in between. life is what goes on in between, life unseen. they grab it, there's nothing to hold, it's gone in between. the boy who tossed the bunny, he's in between, like his bunny. may he light a new light in between his eyes. may a light be lit between his bunny ears. we are between a swamp and a hard place kids. we live in between. it's not a bad thing, it's growing in wait, doing no harm to a thing, it's a fallow farm, it's inward nurturing. our life is a season within a season, our life is a sleeping spring.