when  there  is  a  stone  in the puddle 
 it is  an  annoyance  to  bear in  mind, 
           an obstacle to avoid           
                                          
 when  the mountain comes out of the sea, 
 it   is  something   to   be  cherished, 
       a god's finger reached out,        
           into space, into heat          
                                          
         (force comes with scale)         
                                          
 millions   of   mirrors.   and  we   are 
           launched into space:           
                                          
 we   sail   on   the  concentrated  sun, 
 even now our ally, even in our betrayal. 
                                          
 a   stone    through   the   puddle   of 
      the helisophere. hoping to be       
 the  first  scale on  a spine  of  rock.