terça-feira, maio 18, 2010


Concentrating on an angels nest

that had caught my eye only moments
before, barely loud enough to hear
and whispered only to me. In the
depths of reality we lose our dreams.
I lit a smoke yet couldn’t grasp
its meaning. Utter silence followed,
Disrupted only by the increasing thump
of my heartbeat. Out of the life
known to me I went along. 'Till slowly
I regained consciousness and
the angels were gone.

Ian Curtis