In God's blindspot

I'm a tad afraid
the rainbow of noises
will trigger seizures of synesthesia
here where no one sees me
in God's blindspot
only the eternal Jew
keeping an eye on me
all this time in the world
minus one
Odysseus sailed by once
offering some bee wax
alas, i'm allergic to honey
or was that money?
or was that you?
I shut my eyes
and let the noises travel
in waves, in pairs
in search for new beginnings
in every circle, every square

This is a rather old poem I found scribbled on a piece of paper. I don't remember the original context it was written in but it shouldn't matter.