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.