An Epitaph

I would have written of me on my stone:

I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

Robert Frost

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An Epitaph

Here lies one born a star.
His late death
Was but a dazzling supernova
For Pantagruelian eyes.
To those of us who knew him well
And loved him better,
His light went out long ago,
In darkness,
Unogled by a world
Fallen in the sleep of some other meal.
Today,
Yours is the shadow,
As long it has been ours.

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