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I stood once close among the crowd Where laughter rose and voices loud Could stir the soul or bruise the ear But now, the hush is all I hear

The tether frayed, then slipped away No sudden snap, no stormy day Just slow decay of wanting ties Like dusk that creeps across the skies

At first, I called out through the haze A name, a joke, some half-lost phrase But echoes turned to phantom sound And silence wrapped the world around

Their joys grew strange, their fears untrue Their rituals I never knew What once was shared, now lies opaque As if I dreamed, then failed to wake

No anger clings, no aching blame Just distance deep without a name They walk the earth in mirrored streams While I dissolve into my dreams

And though the sun still warms my face And seasons pass with tempered grace I watch them move, and do not grieve I simply drift, and do not leave

I stood once close among the crowd Where laughter rose and voices loud Could stir the soul or bruise the ear But now, the hush is all I hear The tether frayed, then slipped away No sudden snap, no stormy day Just slow decay of wanting ties Like dusk that creeps across the skies At first, I called out through the haze A name, a joke, some half-lost phrase But echoes turned to phantom sound And silence wrapped the world around Their joys grew strange, their fears untrue Their rituals I never knew What once was shared, now lies opaque As if I dreamed, then failed to wake No anger clings, no aching blame Just distance deep without a name They walk the earth in mirrored streams While I dissolve into my dreams And though the sun still warms my face And seasons pass with tempered grace I watch them move, and do not grieve I simply drift, and do not leave

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slow-cooked detachment

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Oh.

I interpreted it as a tale about degenerative hearing loss from attending the same seasonal EDM festival every year.

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geg

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Seriously, read back through your poem and and look through the lens of an aging party kid who used to love the scene but feels his body systematically degrade and the scene get less and less fun every year because of his lifestyle.

Almost everything you wrote makes perfect sense from that point-of-view.