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.