--Susan Howe
I wander about as an exile
as a body does a shadow
A notion of split reference
if in silence hidden by darkness
there must be a Ghost
Iconic theory of metaphor
a sound and perfect voice
Its hiding is understood
Reader I do not wish to hide
in you to hide from you
It is the Word to whom she turns
True submission and subjection
Were Protestant dissenters
Who walk along this road
Who knows better than you know
I remember the strangers
Not finding names there
Immanence is white with this
Where to find charges
A hymn was contesting a claim
Court of interior recollection
Map of a wilderness of sin
There I cannot find there
I cannot hear your wandering prayer
of quiet
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