The pouring rules of a house near troy
spotting the spoils on map of horse hair
riven within batten shellac rouge
falling amongst fairie tales.
the dawn rise buried soon
the button worn a memory of constant
Promise of this waning phase the potted
yew flue wisping through orchard
On autumnal day.
Some extoll the virtues of freedom
whilst caught In Physiological trench warefare
The capture of their own apprehension.