Blaring static from 59 T.V. sets.

Lost in a sensory sea, never to return.

Memory, cognition, sight, sound, taste.

A knock on the door, words seeping through wood.

I cannot hear them, what are the saying?

Back to the 59 T.V. sets, blaring their static.

The voice again, what do they want?

An assault of colors from the television sets.

Once more back to the voice, don't they know I cannot hear?