i feel i feel i feel (OCD Poem)

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i spin a record on my fingertips

i pinch and tap and touch them together

  and i feel

i feel

    i feel

i feel a dream coming on

with tired eyes and a big empty bed

where music and             pinch                tap                touch

drown out white noise

and a train resides in the distance

where lovers meet beneath lamp posts

flickering deep into the night

near the marsh where i skipped rocks for the very first time

i pinch                tap                 touch

and i ask, how did i get here?

while i spin a record on my fingertips 

and i feel

i feel

          i feel

i feel that my dream has passed and another has begun

and with open eyes and a big empty bed

it’s me in my room and i am alone 

 

again.