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The northern lights are visible this weekend
though overcast skies keep them from us; late Sunday
they blow away to reveal a cold bowl of stars,
dark wisps, sprigs of clouds, halos, coiled pasta,
organic tendrils; we let go the tether and ride the turbulence

Sad duets lost at the bridge, flicker wildly,
strive to hold their flame; so much burns so quickly

With you along the night passes slowly, deliciously
under swirling polar lights, concentric heavens,
odysseys etched in the dome, the routes of gods to God;
early wayward travelers gaze down to balance our heavenly vigor

Immortality is knowing,
we sample each permutation,
subtle flavors, acquired tastes

We are naked, dead in each others arms,
the end of the earth at the pole, frozen,
fused blue ice, unbearably, insanely happy

© Chagall 2014