In that space between knowing

the wet of the raindrop and its ride down your skin,

the breath in and its release,

the question and the pause,

the last pulse and the new –

in that space between

where you were and where you will be –

between the lustrous and the dark –

as a beam of light between two faces

truth slants.

                                                                 -D.G. DalPonte

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