Fade Out In Broad Daylight

There is radio silence today. Usually I can tune-in, today the deaf shout behind their words, I stare at their moving mouths, grapple with steams of muddled articulation, not reaching anywhere close to a meaning. An oral fog accents a strange language, one I have yet to comprehend. Is it I that's disconnected, my mind defused like a used bomb shell? I see a lot though, hear a lot, but not in a way that can be interpreted by anyone but those fabled lesser gods that translate the world through a mute and wondering heart.