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.