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.