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.