Extrinsic/Intrinsic

That echo of your face was a peculiar place
extrinsic to knowledge, that is the
sense sits that I am retracing memory
that some are lost

walking by the side of themselves exogenous
to intrinsicness as if your truth and
mine must collide to make a journey
instinctively
together

Others have us blown apart and into pieces
to cut out their intrinsic identity
by the faux pas of money
dis heritage is inclemently seedy
to
break

back distance that others swell to
concord and mention (perhaps) the strength
of weakness and disharmony, identity through
losing it and losing out from those
who'd
rather

keep us rung out and circled beyond
the esoteric power of knowledge and money
still turning the topsoil, for fear of rain
that saps the buds and drowns the spuds
long
winding

and jovial our skies are far meaner
than yours a thick plastic that this landscape
ruminant and thick with meaning
is Cyclopsed copsed and given a string
of
unaffordable

inexpensive housing crowding bushes and trees
into an ambiance, vicarious reality broaching
the weather in your eyes, darker mysterious
your sanity crumbling week by week until
the merest thing
is convolution

Your "thing" is to distance us from our tradition
madness pulls far from reason
and the less of reason that it is
the greater of reason it becomes
You
a

reason to rewrite cultures! And you are as mad
as mad can be! And in our writing
we have little to write but much to do, to accept
how wrong we will be to have reasoned
in
such

a manner when our heritage is changed
by you and
by others.
Altered,
not shattered.....