(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,

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