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Looking into the grave (whether Hamnet's or William's), the grave transforms into the book of sonnets which serves both as the remains and the legacy of the Bard. His legacy has been transported through a wormhole between the biological Shakespeare and his readers by the magic embedded in the pages, much like the rabbit-hole that Alice falls into as we're transported along with her into Wonderland.
The words of the sonnet are Shakespeare's de facto heir that bear his memory.
Where Shakespeare writes "thou", he speaks to us, the readers; we see ourselves reflected by Echo.
"Contracted to thine own bright eyes" is undoubtedly one of my favorite lines: in its simplest sense, contracted means "obligated to" or "married to", and this describes the "throuple" - or three-way relationship - between Shakespeare, his sonnet reflection, and the reader (Echo, or right at this very moment, you and me). At the same time, however, the sonnets are composed of the ink distilled from Shakespeare's grief, so he himself has been shrunk down into marks on the page.
Marks that have survived to tell their creator's story hundreds of years into the future.
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