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I am the root.
I am the green fuse. 
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.
I am the rising hair on the back of your neck.
I am Merlin, the bard,
and I sing of it all.

I am the bard of warm sheets,
and insincere ones as much.
I am the empty gesture, 
and the chill that sets upon the pillow.
I am Love itself, and the murderer of Love.
I am the arrow on its mark.
I am the dregs of wine
at the bottom of the barrel.
I am the wrong unredressed, 
and the debt long unpaid.
I am Merlin, the bard,
And I remember it all.

I am the vocation unheeded, 
the monk with no prayer,
and the lusty nun, alone in her bed.
I am the trickster.
I am my own mother and my own father,
incubus and succubus, one and the same. 
I am the milky breath of your firstborn.
I am the scent of his decay.
I am Merlin the Conjurer,
and I conjure it all.

I am the rising star in your firmament
and the wellspring of your dreams.
I am the grains of sand in your hourglass. 
I am your merciless mirror, year after year.
I am the green moss awaiting your bones.
I am the greedy worms.
I am your life’s purpose, 
and the odds against it.
I am your last chance.
I am all the times you turned back.
I am your fresh start.

I am the gnome, the sylph, 
the salamander, and the undine.
I am the severed head, the cauldron,
and the threefold death.
I am the angel.
I am the serpent.
I am the hawk that circles in the blue.
I am each letter of your name.
I am Merlin, the bard.
I am you.
And I sing of us all.

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