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.