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.