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Skylab.

"Night Soul

My soul is sad at the end my soul
is sad to be tired at the end is sad
and tired to be in vain my soul is sad
and tired and at the end in vain
I long for your hands on my face

I long for your fingers on my face
like angels of ice your fingers on my face
I long for the ring to be brought to me
I long for their cold touch on my face
like a golden horde deep within the sea

And I long at last for their remedies
in order not to die exposed to the sun
to die in despair exposed to the sun
I long for them to bathe my eyes
where those in despair lie sleeping

Where so many swans are at sea
swans making their way over the sea
stretching in vain their sullen necks
while down in the winter gardens
there sick men are gathering roses

I long for your fingers on my face
touching my face like angels of ice
I long for them to moisten my eyes
the dead grass of my glances the fields
where so many lambs lie scattered"

—Maurice Maeterlinck, Hothouses (1889; tr Richard Howard 2003)

Crepúsculo/Noche.

"Also to be clear, ICE is going to kidnap workers off farms to put in the concentration camp, where they’ll then sell those same workers BACK to the farms as prisoners? Do I have that right??" --@erinvachon.bsky.social

#A11pl3Z.