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.