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Wow this is beautiful, some lovely imagery.

Thank you, DM!

"To mornings' stillness"
should be "morning's

"And everything in its' place"

should be "its"

"And then its' night"

should be "it's night"

Apart from which there is such unforced truth in this, such a depth of quiet but urgent feeling. I love it.

A troubling poem qimissung -- I like the imagery and I always enjoy your use of single words. In this poem: "surcease" was nicely used. And the image "sepulchre made of fog" was haunting.

Thank you, Prince. I will make the corrections shortly, when it' easier to do so from a regular computer.

ahh, wonderful images. I greatly enjoyed this, Qimi.

Very nice Qimi. "Surcease" sounds too fancy (if not awkward) for that line; wouldn't "For which there is no end" sound better? Otherwise this is a very nice poem.

Thank you, Comedian. I missed your post the first time around. It was meant to be troubling. You know those times, hopefully rare, when you get up and everything is normal, and later, everything, everything is changed; and looking back you can see that the signs were there, and sometimes, maybe you already knew.

Thank you, Toni, and thanks for stopping by. And thank you, Virgil. Your astute input is always appreciated.

My mind just drew a melody for this poem, and the strokes gave two alternatives: "For which there's no surcease" or "For which there is no end"

Though that's only my mind playing games Of course, it's the author's call

This is my favorite part:

(...) the usual argument
That hangs like a sepulchre
Made of fog (...)

Very beautiful