. . . gateway of being, let me awaken, dawning,/ let me see the countenance of this day,/ let me see the countenance of this night,/ all things communicate and are transfigured,/ arch of blood, gateway of hearts beating,/ take me to the far side of this night,/ where I am you are us, take me to/ the homeland of the interwoven pronouns.
—Octavio Paz in Sunstone
