I am no dabbler of the words
It is my profession
It is my purpose
We often call on words,
To speak for us
But often, we speak for them
So why should you dig under the wall,
If nothing awaits you on the other side?
Instead you stack your blocks,
To fend off what threatens your very being
I am insatiable
No bountiful feast could ever fulfill my hunger
And as long as I still hunger
I shall consume
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