I recommend resurrection wholeheartedly to those who are whole of heart and whose hearts fill most wholly the whirling holes ringing roundabout us between the astral levels engulfing souls, hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, she sells shesouls by the sheshole. Trips off the tongue. Yes. This will be how I will preface the collection of the most promising young poets. I have them all. The important ones. Nobody overlooked. I remember it now, my work I left when I died. But I am back and it is through logos I shall become important. My story, my return from death, embroidered with poetry, will become our missing national epic. I’ll gather my followers. Malachi Mulligan of course and he will bring in Haines, who else? Who else? I will overlook nobody. My head is whirling, my thoughts are simply swirling! Oh yes and I mustn’t forget the letter the kid gave me to publish. Foot and mouth? Well if it is important it will go in. Now, I must take care of my smell before I gather genius and talent to my service. My astral body was much more pleasant than my physical. But I exist! I exist! Why do I feel so nauseous?