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.