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.