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.