His heat spent on books
He lies beside, forsaken of need,
a greed for knowledge
Has robbed of his want
His body, a shell,
His mind, a stone which refuses to shed
against intuition.
No Fruition
No Justice
No Peace

Just a piece of his mind roving
No Release left to give

The ***** is
Placed
Watchful
just in case
Her mind a jewel
Her body a vessel
Her purpose Calm and
Clear

Yet one is seemed sinner and
the other has 'wisdom'

Odd