Angelus Novus (aka I Heard a Song, and it brought back A Lot of Memories)
I feel heat burrowing between my shoulder blades.
An angel sailing out of paradise
A past wrapped in fact
Who can tell which from what?
This new world is beauty,
My first was a nightmare of adolescence
My second was fire and cuts and fun.
My current is starlight.
I cherish each and every one.
But when I hear music it burns me.
When I smell certain perfume it wracks my dreams.
Angelus Novus, sailing out of paradise,
On the winds of time,
Is always facing backwards.