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The Gemini Sonnet #4
By Son of Sonnet
How fierce in disposition! What a goat.
Or maybe you’re the cancer, I the man?
A swollen tongue’s the thing that chokes your throat.
What fear need I of such a foolish plan?
A boy he was, a boy he stays. A crumb.
Why call for answers and reject the word?
You needed help because you were too dumb.
So then, in speech, who have the people heard?
It’s we: not I, not you, that sing the tunes.
All music needs variety of sound.
And what are other selves but food for loons?
Your war will put you early in the ground.
The universe all came from one, in turns,
And for that one each human spirit yearns.