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.