Cliff's face

Your world - perceived
by a
Cotton head
wooly and insular
mild xenophobia
and revered for
those traits -
so often it is
that men fall
warm-headed but clouted.
Yet you are
Exception
but all the while still
neurological synthesised.

Why am I standing
above you?
What says that I -
human as all,
Flawed as all,
can attribute you the same?
and would I be right?
What about the self's
fluffy head,
so inclined to extort
but never to deliberate internally?
What plane can I sit
to view this head
So familiar
yet
so
distant?