Horse troy.

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.