Slopes a downward incline, upward climb
angle of the eye, slides and slips
glides across the horizon, breaks the line
slants the movement of the sun
elongates, the shadow of the inclined man
upon the mountain's crest
crying for his woman's breast
rise, from horizontal to incline
standing at right angles
from earth to sun and back again
no slopes or bent shadows
minds and souls, heralds of being
prostrate or vertical,
our hopes, contrive brave new hoizons
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