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.