Don’t you miss the world? This was the question that Swirled inside the sepulcher Rushing into his dead ears Pumping against the ridges of his cold brain Like a paramedic performing CPR Insistent, asking, over and over again. Don’t you miss the world? This was the question that Swore not to yield until it was heard. Then suddenly a memory ticked, One faint with sepia tones of The sea and the sound of The laughter of men. Don’t you miss the world? And slowly the mind of Christ Resurrected his first old word – yes.