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.