Myth Making

For your tropes,

having not lived quite with them,

I've aimlessly wandered around

fishing out the crumbs

back to your first wave,

so how you came to be,

I think I know now.

I am this way, 

I have this set of features,

so yeah, being interpolated,

or worse,

it's always a piss poor,

shrug back into

oh yeah, yeah I remember this,

the sigh fried into

the  morning mist 

of swamp sounds.

These aren't quite my tropes,

so I tend not to exploit them,

unless someone else

thinks they're my tropes,

then glazed over,

in a trance,

performing not my actions,

not of my time,

I draw first generation,

second natured,

with unimaginable ideas,

packed around a city section,

coughing out fibreglass,

this insulation from within,

though it isn't mine.