A restlessness that permeates the cosmos Whose legion sorry spirits Sometimes seek repose In this very flesh The flesh of sweats and sobs and short durations Subject to corruption Sensate dimensions recklessly related An oddly corporeal refuge A momentary hideout for the soul Available to all that flee Dysfunctions in the Word The holy narrative Of discontents and very little grace Our only version Of all that might have been There is some hope the Publisher may mount A next edition New and thoroughly revised