Cosmic Sensations

I’m going out of my mind,
And I’ve been doing just fine…

Gotta gotta be sounds,
Before I do it all…

No, seriously,
I remain in ambiguity,
About this sensitivity,
Mixed with OCD;

Which is the primary factor,
In this combination?
Is it an abomination,
Or just startle factor?

I am easily startled,
In some situations…

In my ground-floor room,
With curtains open,
If anything goes by,
At the very corner of my eye…

Boom,
Concentration,
—I notice everything that’s moving…

—I notice everything that’s sounding…

—I notice everything that’s touching…

Such as a ‘sharp piece of dust’!
—My name for this phenomenon,
Which causes me to jump,
As if pricked on the skin by…
A sharp piece of dust!

Maybe it’s just,
Left-over cosmic debris,
For chondritic meteor dust,
Would be sharp indeed;

Maybe all of these sounds,
Are just ringing echoes,
Of previous explosions,
And the birth of a universe…

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