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.