The Poles

The Polesare within us,
insurmountablewhile Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gateof Mercy,

I lose you to you, thatis my Snow-Comfort, say, that Jerusalem is, say, as if I were thisyour Whiteness,
as if you weremine, as if without us we could be we,

I open your leaves, forever, you bless, you bedus free.