Idolatry:
Ode to Bowie
Turn and face the serious moonlight.
It shines on my dream home on top of Manhattan Chase.
Mismatched eyes watch my dreams,
narrates them with a warbling civility.
More than man, yet many men.
Changes like the moon,
setting like the sun.
Mindless idolatry, my blonde Pied Piper.
Artists, come march.
We can be "Heroes" because you
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