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.