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.