Muskrat

 I started telling my story it was strange and poetic, of course but i wrote it down oh yes I did typing it counts as writing and they can't destroy the information completely anymore I wrote it and I published it and it reached an audience that matters.

 At the water's edge we scream at the top of our lungs. We dance in the tides, we learn to swim We let go of our mother's hands and we laugh We blow bubbles from our mouth and nose We kick up mud beneath our toes We hold our breath as time can stand, doing cartwheels in the ocean sand Sing to me all the stars in the sky, as the sun sets into the rising tide And, out of breath, we hold our arms to the sky as if to grab the moon -Muskrat by roughbeast