Breath

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In the Apple Market

Your south London twang

Accompanied the many undulations

Of time

Your wild androgyny

Mirroring the mirror

Of yourself

Skimming off the water

Of childhood,

Like a shaking dog,

You lit up, spot-lighted,

An iridescence of sound

Ziggy!

Your songs were the water

We needed

Your terse verse

Spreading underground

Watering imaginations

Like a rainbow.

Baker Street during the long hot summer of 1976

We thought it would never end

But you knew differently

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Before the silver cord was broken

Before the golden bowl was crushed.

◄ Near Water

Gethsemane ►

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 12th Jan 2016 05:49

Now that is a fitting tribute and memory of how he gave us memories.

Personal and meaningful.

Wolfgar.

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