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.