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.