I just want to say that I would bang the hell out of David Bowie, especially if he dressed like Jareth for me.
Huzzah Jim Henson and other people who own "The Labyrinth" and other such things.
He broke the rules and broke the world
with devastating hands,
turning icy eyes to the clouds
that shaded his lips
and turned his heart to stone.
He broke his chains and broke his mind
when the lark called for the loon,
whose own wings had been clipped
by the little dove that now flew high
above his splintered cage.
He broke his heart and broke his home
with scarred visions in his search for
an existence too noisome to be called more than safe
by any other than its creator,
an owl of heterochromatic soul.
