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Threadsuns  by Paul Celan Translated by Pierre Joris  Threadsuns  above the grayblack wastes. A tree-  high thought  grasps the light-tone: there are  still songs to sing beyond  mankind.   … can’t remember exact timeframe details now ... my partner was feeling sick with cold like symptoms … then i … the HomeKit produced a positive result for both of us this morning …   … yesterday after a morning of on-line teaching was exhausted … fell into a deep sleep …was lying in a field of packed snow making a snow angel … a cold wind blew over my face … my face felt frozen … the sun was shining strong … a force within me … i desired to reach up to grab the sun … if not the sun herself at least the sun rays … tried reaching up with arms stretching to touch the sky … had done this act hundreds of times & taught others this movement another hundreds of times … yet nothing moved … fingertips screamed “use your heart“ … my heart … how … without even a thought the heart instinctively responded