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.