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.