Myself

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.

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