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.