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.