I was then taken east, in a cage. I was taken to Toronto. Then Philadelphia. And then to New York. And each time I arrived at another city, somehow the white men had moved all their people there ahead of me. Each new city contained the same white people as the last, and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
I have prepared your canoe with cedar boughs. It's time for you to leave now, William Blake. Time for you to go back to where you came from.
Do you mean Cleveland?
Back to the place where all spirits come from, and where all spirits return. This world will no longer concern you.
Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?"