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.