"Give me my shawl, my corkscrew, and my cloth bag.
Give me my hot water bottle and my book.
Give me my stick and my water.
One shoe for walking, and one to dance.
No stability, thirst.
The will to keep moving, an instrument's heat.
Bald mountains and a spider that was a leaf.
The scheme is organic, it knows itself.
See that light across the enslaved sea?
Redemption time knows when."