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.