All the world was slanting
Slanting hard for gold
Confident, diagonal,
But I have arched
Of all the things I could have done
I arched
They were targeting the sun
Made it at least up to the moon
But I found just another hole in the ground
Because I arched
My throat was parched
The night was dark
I could bear to stretch no more
Forgive me while you gravitate
Toward what is glittering and scintillating
Another mirage to me
Who finds only craters here
Where I have arched
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