(AGAINST SILENCE)
In every direction...

PLOT
The sad story...

HISTORICAL EPISODE
two feet of clay...

NINE SIGNATURES
In your head, slender curlicues of blood...

LIFE
no one survives it...

10/11
creeping naked around a church...

MYSTERY
I found the murdered man's ______ in my hand...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM STRAND
Torment of love--...

STOP MY EARS
in the middle of the night...

HIDING
in the forest...

SECRECY
A long time till dawn...

UNLUCKY MOON
the tin fear...

SEARCHING
Broken sky, light rain...

BLANK OF BLANKS
no hand can hold...

FALLING
A fine grace of falling is in the leaves...

AT DAWN
Darkness breaks away from...

AT THE PLACE
Standing where something died...

STRANGE FISHING
Blameless...

BEING DEAD
it can't kill you...

JUDAS IS IN HELL
our child-life with its magical intents...

GETTING PEACE
I got inside...

LISTENING TO THE DEAD
you have it all your way...

HEAVEN
is this what it means...

Dear Eric,

Dusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowballs, 
showing each other the moves of chess . . . I had a two-year jump 
on you in everything. Much later, after I was filled with the Spirit 
and began to testify, we had less to teach each other. I was 
swallowed up in marvels and taken on the edge of glory.
	
I think of us that time we went out in your father's car . . . 
raising high trails of dust; we battered the back roads, arguing 
miracles of the Holy Ghost. You would not learn from my quick belief.
	
O, Eric, I had a high, pure falling when the Spirit left me and 
I felt mortally fooled. What to do now that two years running 
after God was dust and ashes? Waiting for a revelation, I 
studied rope--smiling, remembering (years and years ago) 
our hands racing towards some slender knot . . . sheepshank, 
halfhitches, hangman's noose. I thought how a taut line points 
towards God.
					
Danny