Never quite enough, and easily dismissed,
As tricks of the mind, or wisps of the mist.
Yet the Neither-Nor is, and is real as rain.
Unknown as it is, as it wishes to remain.
It does what it does, and just out of sight,
Occasionally venturing, where glimpsing you might.
Gone in a flash, of sight your unsure.
Though inklings of something, in your mind’s eye endure.
Neither imp, nor fairy, nor elf, nor sprite.
Nor shadow, nor twinkle, nor trick of the light.
The Neither-Nor is, what it is, and that’s this:
The thing that you saw, but now is amiss.
