THE MUSE
You owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...

CASUAL FRIEND
Send lies to the people listed below....

THE AWARDS COMMITTEE
This is to notify you that--but what's the use?...

THE WISE
The world could fall to pieces with no notice....

UNCLE AL
A chicken is a touchy creature....

THE OTHERS
Here where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...

DANNY
Dusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...

SAMUEL RENSBERGER
I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...

OLD NEIGHBOR
East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...

THE WORM COUNCIL
We call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...

THE HERON
I flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...

WITNESS
I saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...

Dear Eric,

We call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster 
once nearly wiped them out, they have inched back from that brink 
in brainless trillions. They taught deep sleep to their cocoony 
babes, learned slow moving and how to live on rot and dung. 
Nowadays they flourish wherever men have settled, and the rope-like 
twisting of their copulation loosens the dirt to hold more excrement 
and the dead.

In the dense gardens of Indonesia worms sing all night in bird-like 
tones. The worms of Oregon smell like fragrant trillium. Think of 
the miracles that so transformed their slurping throats and dank 
inhuman hide.

Make these miracles yours. What do you hold or hope to gain 
that betters the wealth of worms? Our teaching and our plans 
for you will let you lie with worms as one of them. Accept our 
help, our sympathy, and expert advice.

The Worm Council


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