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.