Each thoughtful pondering
Sliver like descends in inked threads
Removed from within the whirlpool of my mind
To become a living, breathing substance.
Many just cluttered mumblings
Extracted to clear the thoughts and reasoning’s
Of the eccentric soul
Pencieve, I pity you
For now you bear the clutter
That enables poetic inspiration
To bring forth its fruits
Penceive I thank you
For without such as you
True confusion reigns