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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.

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 a jail.

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...