Ode to a pencil

Portal to a leaden world

Wiped from existence

With a single swipe.

A language of clicks

Paintings of lines and

White and grey.

No man is more infinite

Than a lonesome line

Stretching through

The universe.

You are a mother

And an asteroid

Tumbling adamantly

At a lifeless Earth

And a primordial soup

Strange beings emerge from.

You are temporary

And just as the universe

Will one day collapse

After its expanse

You will—