Wake-Up syndrome

I have the thing called Wake-up syndrome.

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Each day, my consciousness returns to the realm of awareness.

& each day, it’s conflicted.

I wake up every morning, not wanting to get up out of bed, why? Aren’t I alive? I should be dying to get up.

Every lunchtime there’s so much shit in my fridge that I can’t decide what to eat, it’s emaciating.

Only at dinner time do I feel I have a real choice at what I want to reflect upon, since so much happens every time I wake up.

The problem is, there’s too much to choose from.

Too much to reflect upon.

Too much jargon in my noggin.

Every time I wake up, time collapses in on itself, like the ebb & flow of ocean wave.

Sometimes joy is over in a second,

& other times, pain is an eternity.

This goes on ad infinitum

I’m pretty sure the clock never stops.

Tick-Tock… Tick-Tock

The search for peace can never sleep

& the waves keep crashing.

In Wake-Up syndrome, There is no sleep

No rest

For the weary one, who cries out

“stop!”

I don’t even have a prayer when I go to bed… because I know I’m still somehow awake.

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The feeling of my dreams being decided for me is an outward sense of I as the observer, & NOT the driver.

The syndrome of Wake-Up expands, ever outward, into the eternal flows of the cybernetic realms. This is where my wake-state is what I call my weak-state.

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— Trillions and trillions of miles and miles of thought forms from others.

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Am I professor Xavier? Can I hear all their thoughts?

whether I want to or not?

Is this online subjection voluntary or involuntary?

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I love it all on the airwaves — the ugly good & bad.

But all of its too much, & makes me kind of sad.

This fucking Wake-State never lets me decide. It just wisps me away —

like a whisper in the wind —

Not knowing what to say.

I’m not saying I want to die!

I just don’t know how to sleep.

There isn’t a whole lot of room

In the deepest of the deep.

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Here I go again… The wake-state dictates all.

But sometimes even then.

A glimpse of something small

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