The father of dreams scoffed an inflated figuritive
thought which poisoned his mind, lubricated his ego,
and deviated him from the Allusory Road of all good intention.
He raped his passive-recessive alien wife who had an ironic
migraine that night, and gave satirical birth to ill-conceived,
vaguely-metrical, techni-coloured nightmares.
The little nightmares broke up the night leaving infantile airy
castles scattered in alliterative tatters. They grew worse in R.E.M.,
suffocating schemes, emergent hopes and tender longings.
Unappeased, the raging midnight demons roamed terra
non-firma, conjugating subordinates and blatantly propagating
ill will, similar to a simile, from Metaphor to Allegory.
But one microscopic mutant inherited dormant genes, incubated
in periods without light, and grew obsessed with nurturing
a hyperbolic paradoxical nightmare that may yet free dreams
from symbolic convulsions in Poetic Dimension.