Poem January 30, 1960 ISSUE

THE CONJUROR

Rita Berman

By sleight of hand,Trick, prestidigitation,A conjuror makes things seemWhat they are not.We pay to see him make(Through smooth enchantment)Something from nothing,Here seem there, cold hot.

So mortal mindThroughout a mortal's dreamingConjures, employs its wilesOn dormant thought,Makes nothingness seem something,Evil alluring,Shadow seem substance,Spirit (true substance) nought.

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