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.