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.