Angels 

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