Poem – I am a Magician

I am a magician

It is through my magic that things are created

The books in my library are just for show,

As is the staff in my hand,

I make and unmake according to the needs of my will,

I bend reality to my will,

Force it in accordance with my desire,

Things are or are not merely because I would have them so,

I am a user of magic,

A practiser of secret craft,

One who makes and shifts,

One who builds and makes,

The products of my mind are there for all to see,

But the mind which makes them remains forever unseen


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