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I remember when I could tell him What I was thinking because; I wanted him to know it. I told it all to him like an innocent child. He knew all about my desires. What I loved most and what sat deeply On my heart was on his heart too. But one day everything changed I called it Boomering. Worse than a moments change of weather Because it was something I could not define naturally. It took away former natural things and left One hanging in the air like a balloon. You now hear whispers metaphorsed in the wind, Voices carried high in the sky. A mystic unison in nature. Boomering is like two deejays Playing music on a cloud. Their drunken voices reach your ears Like hot claps out of the blue. They seem to always laugh at you; At the world; At themselves too perhaps for being so free and happy. Boomering ends all civilization as you know it. It makes your mouth dry with unspoken words; Fearful suppressions that make you lonely Because Boomering has its own rules and regulations. You imagine a world where everything changes; Your friends change Your relatives too change Worst of all everything changes Because the world has changed. The kind of change that changes everything as you know it. Boomering is this change. A choir sings always People always listening to it; A singer never leaves the stage She sings sunnily away as I watch. It’s just Boomering. A time of our lives An age in our lives Its a generation in a lifetime. I live in Boomering.

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