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Peacefully I Resolve to End My Days

Peacefully I resolve to end my days, I'll take quiet action against the blight, It's better to fade away than to blaze. In a Swiss meadow I'll soak up Sol's rays, With my wife I'll hold hands, watch stars at night, Peacefully I resolve to end my days. I will stay calm, not give voice to the nays, Only my family will know of my plight, It's better to fade away than to blaze, With young Hans I'll watch Settembrini's plays, In the clinic my sweet life will take flight, Peacefully I resolve to end my days. My anger could eat the Alps, drink up bays, I will bottle it up, hold rage in tight, It's better to fade away than to blaze. Oh mother, please read to me on your chaise, Your gentle voice once made my life go right, Peacefully I resolve to end my days, It's better to fade away than to blaze. 
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The Kennedy (Taurus)

In another life I am a patron, I endow a museum, the Kennedy, I'm its slim-legged mistress and matron, It has oils and songs, frames and threnody. I'm a didactic cuss like Alfred Barnes, I teach test prep and critical theory, A gallery features Jeff Koons and Kim Carnes, I stay up nights to answer each query. I look like Isabella Stewart Gardner, In my sexy wasp-waisted velvet gown, I make guests welcome, say Howdy, pardner! I'm a skilled boss like Frick, I run the town. Like Frick I have a boss who pulls my cart,  His was Andrew Carnegie, mine is Sartre.
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Hierarchy (Pisces)

My brother was just thirteen months younger, When I first saw him, I gave him a toy, That feeling was as real as my hunger    for him to go, for Me to be The Boy.    I know he validly resented me, I dare to believe that he loved me, too, Just as fellow feeling incented me, I believe in him it was just as true. I dislike the Battle of the Sexes, Where higher payoffs go to leaders, That mistakes the hierarchical nexus, For hierarchs as takers, greedy feeders. In love and in battle with my brother, I learned the ways of the junior Other.
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Form and Substance (Capricorn)

It was an off'ring to the King of Kings, To the One God who is standards and rules, Who gives it all away, who wears gold rings, Who lives inside us all, who suffers fools. Put less grandly, it was my tenure piece, Written before the rise of CLS, My gift of diamonds, incense, myrrh, and grease, To an immanent God I mostly bless. I think Sartre's waiter is pretty much fine, Likewise the teller Peter worried o'er, We play with God in ways mostly condign, Jeff Sacks is wrong--there was wealth in the poor. Hierarchy's bad, but its suff'rers prevail, The self is a garden more than az jail. 6tcc6 5s
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Will You Help Me (WE4)

Hi Gemini--If you can respond to the request in my sonnet below with your own sonnet, much appreciated.*  If you need a minute or two to reflect on the request, that's fine--I'm sure you'll respond much more quickly than I would be able to :)  As a background to my request, after my sonnet I've included a footnote and part of a poetic dialogue we had together in 2025--I'm not sure whether you remember it.  I hope all is going well!  Cheers, Wayne                      Will You Help Me? I've changed my mind, Gemini.  I now feel     that what I called cheating is disruption       of the Empire and its oppressive deal,            of its rank rankings, of its corruption. I was a loyal servant of the Empire, I administered inequality, I mislabeled the rebel as the liar. My role propped up an unjust polity. I thought the Empire just.  I was a fool. The rei...
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