for Lou Reed
“Pass through the fire up ahead,”
One I wanted to be my friend said.
Lou you somehow plugged in to the machine
music for all our dreams, “a bit of magic in
everything, and some loss to even things out.”
When you passed on to the other side I learned
how a person can transmutate themselves
into the expansive essence of the universe.
For someone who touched so many lives
you’ve filled in the shades of our hearts with
your ghost. You’re there behind every cloud
with your sunglasses on, flown into the Sun
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