Walls are on fire

you stand in the middle of the earth.
As I sit on this chair.
walls surround your fences.
and the walls are on fire
and the earth holds the walls.
and the earth is lost inside you.
and your wings are tirelessly swift.
yet you walk on them all in fluid grace.
and floats above them all the more.
as chains feed you, and the water sucks you in.
as I fail from this needle hole.

So I stand to move toward you,
and the walls grow fists, and collapse thicker.
and the earth deeper. farther.
They strangles the mind that reckons,
This small step I take,
or the endless number of covers.
Not even the slightest trace of those walls.
nor those steel floor shackles.
That grabs below your feet and pins you down.

I fail to see, even the myriad of seas in between.
and the mouth that drinks on it.
and the man who owns the mouth.
and the God that killed him.
and I do not know him.
yet I long to touch you.