What Busies Me Poem by Ander Greigon

Tic-tac and honesty,
Time commits;
Fice, auld, and weary,
Read the news;

Some of my sheen:
Row boats and fray;
Buckle and been:
Cornered to say;

Confront the hull,
Trials may take
Auror and pull,
Some dance and wake

Ponder to frail;
Understand this;
Cushes what tall
Kindred and flush

Deputy call:
Honor the thorned:
Washes and full
Meaning and sorned

Outsheth the tears
When, who and will;
Rimming and shifts
Either forgive.