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Spadina Literary Review  —  edition 1 page 10

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A moment's halt, a momentary taste
of Being from the well amidst the waste,
   and lo! — the phantom caravan has reached
the Nothing it set out from — Oh, make haste!

37

Would you that spangle of existence spend
chasing the secret? — Quick about it, friend!
   A hair perhaps divides the false and true —
and does it really matter in the end?

38

A hair perhaps divides the false and true;
a single slender alif might be the clue —
   could you but find it — to the treasure-house
and peradventure to the Master too.

39

Whose secret presence, thru creation's veins
racing quicksilver-like eludes your pains,
   and takes each shape and size from fish to moon
that change and perish all — tho He remains.

40

A moment glimpsed — then back behind the fold
of night around the drama tightly rolled:
   the drama which to fill His endless hours
He does Himself contrive, enact, behold.