Took a stranger to teach me to look into justice's beautiful face, and to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. - Bob Dylan

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin. Not as tight as the corner that I've painted myself in.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail,
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder,
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind,
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind,
An' the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying