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The fog refused to lift This morning at the break of broken day. The cable bridge in darkness lay. Between the sky and water stood a rift Of dark solidities adrift And soft soliloquies of words to say The fog refused to lift This morning at the break of broken day. I felt myself begin to sift Into the river's sway Through foggy spaces of my time away From sunlight and the morning's gift The fog refused to lift.
I like “break of a broken day” .
It’s haunting. Those words tear as well as break.