In the in between worlds collide atoms fizzle like the tops of freshly tapped Coke and their quiet murmur plays the sound of creation Here in the in between language dwindles to the powerful surges of energetic material vitality soaring through air with the velocity of leaves ripped from branches in the thickest wind nowhere to go but everywhere to be What are the in betweens? the quiet spaces the massive corners the deep silences filling teeming expanding through and in all that is and will ever be The in between cannot be felt or seen through crude clumsy human senses but must be acknowledged viscerally through the tiny tendrils of UV light leaking through us and around us every second they must be recognized by the heavy carbon dioxide particles pushed forth each and every second brushing up against all the in betweens and dancing their intimate tango with fervor and grace the in betweens are here in these vulgar clumsy human words clinging to the pixels like vines from a tree swinging closing the gaps between words between thoughts between all that matter(s)