I am the curious organ,
the famous meeting point,
where words end in the silent junction of mandibular branches.
I am the androgynous truth.
Ultimate point of the spirals that descend from Heaven,
after me will be winter.
The Celts call me Samhain.
The body calls me chin.
From the outpouring of the poetic Arts,
I create my tables, incisive.
I am the last marker planted in the Earth,
the last seed of explicit mystery
before the power returns to the deepest, most essential.
I am the Master, the distilled harvest of the past cycle.
All is within me, ready to disappear.
I am the Master.
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