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.