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.