You've made your name now
spoken with the made names
among the millions heaped
at the edge and slipping
but something's been lost
in this name you don't recognize
as the flesh begins to loosen
and the mind burns brighter
fashion be damned
deeper and deeper now
in your tattered clothes
cast off by soldiers and you
spaced enough to work again
freed by the embracing enigmas
–weak tribute to an artist
