Strange Powers

Plagued by an inner ear tesseract dream
A chap, I won't say who, soon discovered
His multi faceted consciousness stream,
In as many universes hovered,
Where he gazed upon all manner of things,
And with motley perspectives keenly mixed
Into thoughts as splendid as renaissance kings
And by a stone cold genius fixed!
It was an odd place for a cosmic cube
But at least it was tough to misplace
If wisely left by the Eustachian tube
And not in the shiftless reaches of space,
Where supervillains might put it to use
For another round of cliche abuse!