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.