I take the coffee pot, carry it
into the living, among vestiges
of lives, sit down before
the laptop, pour a mug full
with the liquid of extrapanel
night, put on music and
start translating some
elderly Yeats, as why not?
The night is here, so
might well have
some flickering light.
29.08.2023
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