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.