… He went into his name,
He went into his name, & into
The way two words keep house,
Each syllable swept clean
Again when you say them;
That how my father left,
And that’s how my father went
Out of his house, forever.
Larry Levis, Winter Stars
He went into his name: lines from Larry Levis’ “Though His Name is Infinite, My Father is Asleep”
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