son

made is the man of many hands
and none but his own as well,
made of comedy and tragedy
he is more than Shakespeare
dreamt of in his philosophy;
a bent mirror reflecting something
higher than himself to the world,
he is son and brother and friend
striding into the world as inheritance
taking me with him wherever he goes

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