Solitary Upswing

To brew the collection of forces 
Required to grow a mountain 
Out of a molehill with only one mole 
The dirt that you gather comes from 
Outside the mind 

Peaky craggy outcomes unearth themselves 
As an ingredient in a cocktail of 
Nature's garden herbs 
Under the auto-tutelage 
Of a determined soul 
Unsure about the applied gravity 

Reading into and out of: 
Put downs laid out 
By more groupish folk 
Who see by a standard 
And blot out the smoke 

But these fires burn 
Without pejorative sun 
Handed good turns 
By one and just one

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