Seminarian - Poem by Malcolm Evison
A sanctuary, this studied room -
a sacred place without divinity.
Here he first began to scour
the weed-strewn paving of his mind -
thought-loads of words strove to devour
The books, which thronged
his living space, provided sustenance -
a new found grace.
a hermit walled in by abstractions,
striving to fill a god-shaped absence
with well-honed words.
Roomed in his study, studying his mind,
vacuity - that most tenacious weed -
has left him blind.
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