The Poles

The Poles

The Poles
are within us,
insurmountable
while Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,


I lose you to you, that
is my Snow-Comfort,


say, that Jerusalem is,


say, as if I were this
your Whiteness,
as if you were
mine,


as if without us we could be we,


I open your leaves, forever,


you bless, you bed
us free.