Stoking Phrases

by The Juicer

We read as a preoccupation,
Thumbing through pages;
Sliding our fleshy fingers
over the lit up screens –
In search.

Rustle, Rustle,
Click, Tap-Tap.
I imagine our irises colliding as one,
Sucking in life –
In a shimmering black hole.

Not all those we read;
Write with a purpose, we said.
But it seems to us that we
might find one –
Among tireless, hungry words.