Because I grew up
In the short hills of this world
I did not learn
Until I saw the mountains
That such an earnest array
Of altitudes was
Bound to happen,
Bound to bear me as
I traveled among them
To pinnacles that confounded
All I had known of gravity
As surely as they baffled me
With their utter probability.
The definite reaches I had once invoked
Under the vaulting sky
Were mocked to flinty bits
When I saw how far
I still stand from the heavens.
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