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.