TO ANSWER
Loyalist, it don’t matter what happened, you thought an
Auxiliary claim was a creature at the bottom of the sea.
Autopsy of a grandparent, we think about it, hoping our
Nebbish behaviors will pass for saintliness, proper
Openness left for extroverts, while we can be silent,
Treeless landscapes, words only taking us as far as a
Long-distance call, carrying us away figuratively. The
Attacker is now become a boss. We
ask questions,
Hostility set aside in the interest of amity or friendship,
Asymmetry left for the oil painter and his canvas.
Steepness we see in hills and high mountains, in towers,
Honing the sword on a whetstone, the smithy does not
Instigate just sits there waiting, watching, listening.
Viaducts are the prettiest bridges, we light up to see…
ANSWERABLE
Astigmatism, the blurred and imperfect image, the dear
Confines and the molecules within the confines. One
Hot-bed for next year’s produce, what everyone needs;
Assiduity instead of care though both are equal, what
Reprobates discard rebate coupons, then flawed utopia
Attenuates, a density of mind drawn out to exhaustion,
Instinctively the new life rising from remunerative clay.