proper prosperous

My bones are cobblestone and I drip red wine. I think nothing of it when I take the stairs two at a time, I breach worlds between each step and I count the lifetimes it's taken me to get right here, I am right now. Here the indigenous place clay figurines on their rooftops to welcome in prosperity. I sleep across a mirror I never noticed until now that reflects the rounded humbros, the painted white, the silhouette of abundance. We attract what we convey. Red clay sculpted and stacked underneath me, tasks mount high and souls bridge across and on the top rung of the ladder I glide my fingers across the wooden beams and think, remember when this defined my ceiling? 

What does it mean to be limitless, I asked in all the languages I can express myself in.