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.