Corpora Arenacea

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The Sandman cometh with his alabastrine glowing, moonlit lamp

Through the forest, in search for one pinecone that is the seat of the soul

Harvesting its sleep-inducing melatonin

He takes the grainy brain sand, scoops it up into his pouch and treads warily toward the drawbridge

Your internal clock is ticking, sleep is beckoning

The gateway to the land of dreams is still open, the Sandman turns his sand-timer upside down, and waits

Humming to the circadian rhythms sleep, sleep, sleep

"To sleep, perchance to dream"

You are lullabied into the great unknown

At last the bridge comes down and the Sandman tiptoes across unobtrusively

Dancing rhythmically through space and time, he sprinkles the magic sand like confetti

Hither and thither, into every nook and cranny

Will you have a sweet dream or a dust devil

Twirling, spinning around and around the sand goes hap-haply

Oh, hello there you on the floor, in the corner quivering

What is that you're saying, bring me my shield?

Yes, bring me my ego

Aww, the Excessive Grandiose Opinion of yourself

The one you sold your soul for, the one that cost you your marriages, jobs, friends and real happiness?

Awww, the accolades ceremonial hug

It does not exist here, it can not help you

For such is merely a dog collar around your neck, being led around by its nose

Go fetch the ball good chap; good doggy, you earned a nice pat on the head

See the birdy doggy, track its smell so we can shoot it down; good dog, here's a treat

Come now, let's get you back in bed, I'll bring you a pleasant dream

The sleep pendulum is ticking, tick ticking into the realms of sleep once more

The dream stage is set

Through a keyhole, a ghostly earthly identity visits Scrooge

What have you to offer me, Scrooge shouts grumbly

I bring you the gift of self-worth

Bah! Humbug! How much will it cost me, Scrooge grouchily mumbles

Nary a cent, merely common sense

Here, come travel with me through your Past, Present, and Future

Scrooge stubbornly took the invisible hand of time-travel, only to realize he was thrust into a whirlwind of emotions

Stripped of his ego and vulnerable in a dreamland of unfamiliar territory, Scrooge wept, washing his plastic shield into the abyss

Realizing that the basic nature of being human was inborn

Whereas the ego was merely an expensive flamboyant masquerade

He chose the ego-driven monster nevermore, for it is a high price to pay and he was not a dog

Scrooge wanted to cultivate intellectual humility because self-worth did not have a price tag, it was an investment in the self —

Contributing to the whole of humanity for the betterment not the bitterment.

©ndpthepoetress (Michelle Culp) 10-25-26

Humanities IDEAS Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.