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Constable's Chain Pier, Brighton
Nothing is so foremost a despair
as having nothing at all left to do:

Reflection sits upon so-much (of) room & stares
over The Least & Few--

Among Mortality's self-monologuing verbs

a mirror (of kindness) calms my nerves
by multiplying me

--& two measured cups of tea--

What echoes then against Reflection's awe
is but the empty words I spoke

(Now, was it a million years ago?...

Certainly... ) before the mirror broke

O Humanity! a mushroom is
growing in Nature's uncleanest shoe

& not that famed Fabulous Abyss
with (a) penthouse view