Some of us plainly
cannot resist;
we think
that to speak a thing
with passion
and repeatedly
is the most efficient
way to feed our
hunger for significance—
while others insist
on that tack's
exact opposite;
like hoarders, they
incarcerate
the tiniest bits
of fly-by-night
language which chance
to come near them.
But of hunger
of course, this is not
the reverse: their craving
firstly, is
to capture—and then
after, to regurgitate.
