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.