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.
☁️🗯️🗯️☁️💭💭☁️☁️💬☁️☁️☁️💭 💬💭💭🗯️💬💭☁️💬💭💭🗯️🗯️💬☁️☁️
— 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?
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
Thanks for listening!
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Until next time.



“The search for sleep can never sleep.” You have some great one liners in here miles. You should repurpose some of them into notes. I think they would do well.
I don’t think words are going to do what I want to do here.. kinda want to shake your hand..
Amazing piece.