son en somnio

he is asleep in the next room
as the windsor bells are playing jauntily
he has three alarms
with varying degrees of alarm
this is a tier one alarm

sleep is a struggle
and the answer
we often forget to manage
check
refine
evolve

lack of quality z’s
foretells stormy weather
scientists are not clear
on the quiet part of the brain
the myth of 80% unused is just that
a myth
a lie
a mystery

i think i have an answer
discovered in my late night poetic meanderings
our mind shares properties with any other organ
muscle
human sensing system
if we sit on the couch scrolling tiks
our system is being trained in poor judgement
in nihilism
in material wealth and beauty with enhancements
is worth any cost
lack of sleep
fk it
you sleep when you die
am i right

well
that’s just the thing
in those flatline moments of DEEP
i am convinced 100% of our brain is active
perhaps some data cleanup
memory swapping between consciousness
and the dark fibers toward god
human networked storage
optimizing

without constant optimization
our mind
the software part of our brain
begins to fragment
becomes anxious and a bit panicked
sure
you can run at 60% efficiency
for a short while
before the check engine light blinks on
ignore that too
drink more coffee
snort adderall
spend more time numbing your mind
than training it
and
here
we
are

the alarm
the church-like bells
have quieted in the other room
there must be a limit
to how long the alarm
plays
before
giving up

i will never give up
never not have a kind word
bowl of soup
hugs and smiles
in the black moments
where i too have sullied
i have compassion empathy and understanding
and
i
am
committed
to
getting you

help

2-15-24

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