The Book of Merlin
Spicer on Merlin
The tower he built himself
For some kind of shell that came from his hide
He pretended that he was a radio station and listened to
grail-music all day and all night every day and every night.
Shut up there by a treachery that was not quite his own (he
could not remember whose treachery it was) he predicted the
future of Britain.
The land is hollow, he said, it consists of caves and holes so
immense that eagles or nightengales could not fly in them
The Grail, he said,
No matter what happened.
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