This thing between you and me

It's bluish purple. It's vast and intense.
It has no shape, no name, no religion.
It lives between you and me.
More on my side than yours.
It is the bastard of the world.
Fatherless mongrel, fruit of none.
Glows in the dark and in sunshine.
Sometimes beautiful, sometimes grotesque.
This thing between you and me,
one day will go away.
This thing between you and me will die.
I know.