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.