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.