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.