By the North American river cane

I cut myself a stalk

And poked a few holes

In random pattern.

I have a little breath left,

And with it,

I will use the randomness to make the music

That tells my story,

And anyone who hears

Will know

The truth without any augmentation.

And anyone who hears it,

Will heal,

And never make 

The same mistakes as I.

-jenn