There are angels by the side of the road.
Angels of dusty thighs, who see through the eyelids
with their vision.
Beings with a music of their own, whose flashing lights
focus on obliquely over the
hypothalamus, emerging
from the pavement, they are angels, by the side of the road,
They live an imperceptible life and unload themselves violently
such as paranormal tales into our heads.
There are angels by the side of the road.