Making a mountain of the mote

Why wonder where we are in dust
A mote asks a wondering molehill.

Where do suns go after daily sets?
Will they never set with final thud?

We are making molehill mountain
A mountain that is dolphin’s nose.

Will mountain -nose not disappear
If a world’s sea downs its shutters?

We are entering new phase of life
And making mountain of the mote.

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