I will not hide inside   bewilderment...      On a drizzling day   monks and drums and cats   And our hats mussed our hair   And our shaking frames   found their wedded way...      Different ways to learn   What you ought not not do-   Different paths to the same places...Edit as you go...   life on the first take      Walking on guilelessness's sturdy stilts   Through guiltlessness's beaming streets      I'm a tiny Crab   In a tidal wave   I have no complaints   And I too have you   to complain about it to.      Walking on guilelessness's sturdy stilts   Through guiltlessness's beaming streets   To see you naked outdoors...   with Rousseau eyes