The Thought Vessel

PULSATING in my thoughts again
As I’m ENTERING a new universe
A dark soul NESTLING in wood
It’s CREATING something different
IGNITING life to all these blank pages
LOSING all reality, sanity and vanity
Because this tool is more than it seems
More powerful
More beautiful
More than it is
Pulsating,
Entering,
Nestling,
Creating,
Igniting,
Losing.
A pencil.
Doesn’t sound mighty at all, really
But this existence has what reality lacks
And conveys what the eyes cannot see.