Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Invisible Between I look through my invisible parts Into and through your invisible parts And I can tell you’re alive at a distance. When my invisible parts Near your invisible parts I can’t but wonder Am I the doer or the witness? Our invisible parts are exactly the same The exact same color as None. I look through mine, I look through yours And the invisible between. How is it that we are Connected by the one Thing that can’t be seen? 2-25-24