The monks love to explore new words, introduce each other to a lost gem or dust off a seldom-used term. Today that word was xyst, and no one had ever heard the term.
On the web we found the meaning: "Among the ancient Greeks, a long covered portico or court used for athletic exercises; among the ancient Romans, an open colonnade, or walk planted with trees, used for recreation and conversation; hence occas. allusively."
What a fun word, we thought. Then one among us (with a nod to Robert Browning) offered up a short poem to honor this new term among us.
Lest a xyst not subsist, would it ever be missed?
Might it sustain a cursory tryst?
Would it ever be longingly missed in a mist?
Can it right twist or left list?
If it meets a stone schist, can the two coexist?
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