Myself is soandso all to myself
From the time of a cloth cradle
When it swung to opposite sky.
Then was no sky but plain wall.
Myself had a wall within a wall
A cloth where myself would cry.
Myself went into the bigger sky
When myself was just this high.
My wall was within a sky-wall.
Now myself is within white wall,
Myself horizontal to white wall.
A white wall is now my horizon.