Please plunge me into an ice-cold river,
may my shaking stem from a simple cause.
Toll the nearest church bell,
may the ringing in my ears sound from the outside.
In the distance is a light. It is incandescent like I and like the place from whence I came.
But it cannot take me home, for it it is not my time.
This is not the land I was promised,
but it is the ground upon which I land…
So I set forth.