Answer:
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What language does a billboard speak?