The walls stretched interminably to white sky
Hiding bush and snakes in them gently rising,
Feet shuffling to rustling sounds of dry leaves.
The squirrels had built bridges for man-gods
And earned three dark stripes on their backs.
Strange birds sang in the sky deaths of lives.
With more distance of time , eyes slowly fell
And the body hurried past closing our spaces.
The distances are now small, the skyline close.