I like what you're trying to pick up about diction here, F & 2 S. I wonder if you've seen any poems by a woman named Ai. A number of here poems, especially some of the poems she wrote in the 70's, would have some language and some ways of putting that language that would speak to you about what's essential and what's not.
I think if you read some of her stuff, you'd get more about what I'm talking about than you would if I tried to explain it to you, but it's something about not being able to get a needle in the spaces between the words without bending the needle, if that makes any sense to you. A lot of her images are real as a raw egg yolk slipping over your palm. You need to hear and see and read the stuff, though, to get a belly sense of who she is and what she's about, and there's something the two of you seem to have in common, I feel, that I hope you will enjoy.
If you do, and have the energy for it, let me know. I'd like to know about that.