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.