Humo

Locked in the circles
that smoke creates
rising in the darkness
they take me to another world.
A dense world within which
nothing may turn out the same
before crossing the threshold
sometimes I feel fear.
It's what you see, what scares you
it's what you see,
sometimes stronger than imagination.
On the benches of Republic coffee
drinking alone
hiding my identity
as if it were gold.
Discovering that the city
grows and breathes like an animal
exciting behind the glass
it shows me its treasure.
It's what you see, what scares you
it's what you see,
sometimes stronger than imagination.