N = infinity.

The noise assaults me:

Either a shocking fast deterioration,

Into instant total or left sided paralysis

Torn from the previous moments ability to move or talk,

Blind sided by an unexpected bang, a clang of cutlery

Or a screeching jet flying over,

Or else the noise, more constant but invading nevertheless,

simply torments me without a break,

Till the paralysis

Slowly and silently creeps into my already numb hand

Then down my arm

As it simultaneously slithers

Into my feet,

Then up my legs,

My back

Into my face,

My mouth,

My eyeballs,

My throat.

Even my tongue prickles,

With one-sided numbness.

It cuts my senses in half, instantly

As it grabs the left side of me

Seemingly marking out its own invisible line

Discerned internally by an increased prickling pain

And a bizarre, opposite, emptying

of feeling, thought and movement

As if a line has been drawn

Inside my brain

By an invisible hand

Slicing off contact and sensation,

Determining where the line will fall

All the way down my body.

To say that it is horrific,

Intolerable, unbearable, exhausting, tiresome, distressing,

Boring, numbing, destructive, fragmenting, tormenting, terrible,

To be continually assaulted on a daily basis

Then stolen away from all ability, thought and feeling

Repeatedly, each time the impact deepening the effect,

Unimaginably

Is simply to under-describe

The reality

By the power of n

Where n = infinity