(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,

East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you 
can see smoke from my chimney. The same thick creek that floods 
your lawn makes a turn by my porch.
	
Someone full of knowledge built this house. Walls join like 
bone to gristle, the foundation is a syllogism of stone. 
It is private. No lane leads here from the road. Twisted 
woods keep out visitors on foot. There are no doors and the 
windows will not yield to any bashing I can muster.

I have lived here who knows how long, ever since I met the 
one who said "Come with me; I will show you something secret 
and perfect . . ."

Old Neighbor