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.