Without Cadence

Sound sweeps through me Drumming on my ears as its Pillows pervade my mind, Enveloping all of me in a Gentle, rhythmic embrace. The world around me degrades Into an insignificant oblivion until Nothing else exists in the world. Me, alone as the sound rocks me To and fro with its tempo. One, two, three, four… I am no longer a fragile human body But a lone consciousness Floating free, and floating forever, Without cadence.