(For David Bowie)

Old soul, sifting brains
the gifted study stains

Pacing spires and catacombs
no labyrinth will lead us home

One man's candle, the next man's pyre
take discomfort, it's all one fire
lamps unto, lamps unto our selves

Black star passing overhead
wakes the shadow under beds

One iris fills the sky
one witness drops an I

One man's candle, next man's pyre
take discomfort it's all one fire
lamps unto, lamps unto our selves

Crossing over there's no divide
no others, or other side