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.