Codicil

On an arctic night, auroral lights cascade a bluish fire.

Their lurid afterglow in stellar lights expire.

The cobalt blue of dead encounters, electrical obscenity of arid frictions,

Ignite the sky again and where in this is my unsubtle death?

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