Walking the room as the energy of the party buzzes
Electric, rhythmic, a large machine with a life of it's own
Noise reaching a cacophonous din and rising above it all
Party goers with sideways glances as I sidle past each
I speak and they hear me, useless words but they hear
Until a shift begins to occur, nearly visible in a shimmer
Waves of it rolling through every spot like a relentless surf
Then the others begin to lose my voice in their ears
At first, it sounds only softer but gradually descends
Until it is but a garbled, worthless mess becoming nothing
Silence alone assaults their hearing as I am disappearing
Transparency onsets my corporeal form, fading away
No sound, no form. Only residing within myself
But to the world...gone
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