What is fame?
A fleeting dab from history’s brush;
a jolting jab from the public’s fickle attentions;
a startling stab from the dagger-crusted eyes of time.
We all bear some fame
among the momentary circle of our societies.
Then the days swoop in and carry us away like cornered rats.
An echo;
a ripple;
a whisper;
then eternity.
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