The Boom

I used to live among some people Who sing out with booming feelings And open hands And throwing my body across the grass I listened in with booming feelings I became a fan I make my own music now I clapped my hands together And made a booming sound That filled up and got me fans I sang songs and wrote books of songs I grew my hair and I walked like I was an ancient man I found a voice and coughed out songs In this way I made people think I was the limp I made a boom, displayed my boom And on my peers I sang gloriously I married the moon And with my hands held out with grace The cold of light around me loomed The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands They would notice that I couldn't hold onto things The possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice I would notice the songs that all about me sing