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.