Monday, January 6, 2014

A week of poems #1: Smoke and glass

Emanation imagination,
I see half blind.
Eyes rest in laurels,
While the glass keeps smoke at bay.

I can see clearly that I cannot see.

Blurred and fogged,
Lost and found,
Magnified and enhanced.

The balance of smoke trembles,
Wherever it wants it will go.
For a second its thoughts are jumbled,
Before deciding to rise like soul.

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