Why would you think it crazy?
It’s one of the most visually stunning lines of poetry ever written.
The mind that produced that was capable of pure pop culture banality
(of which he thankfully used only a modicum) and at the same time
(sometimes in the same song) he could indulge in the sublime.
The poem in question is worthy of a Renaissance Master.
Wait: you’re referencing a master?
I thought you just made that up.
I am cowed.
PS: Which master?