David Bowie's eyebrows swam
like two tropical fish
His irony the aquarium
Unsure of his own philosophy
His charities unseen
Always singing
Putting on a show then
escaping his million fans
seeking this hero
The fish swim up
Tickling fan's desires
The salt water had to be perfect
In an imperfect world
One minute bitter from silence
The other overwhelmed by noise
The colors on their bodies
The grace in the water of fame
The appeal from outside
The call from withing
What an aquarium
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