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.