Gleaming guardians Grant good eyes their grip again, Giving focus back.

I come straight as an arrow, but I'm then twisted with care I'm metallic and thin as a strand of fine hair. I bind without glue, without punches, without tape My uses lie mostly within my bent shape.

Not your friend but your copy. An almost mockery. Shatter a surface and watch me scatter. A thousand copies, not a single one matters.

For millenia people, tried to make me complete and bigger. Of every sailor and traveler I am a trusty helper. Those who had me faulty often ended badly.

I have to rise before I can become. I have no race and yet I am white and brown. Spread your chosen onto me.