Sleep on it

What fancy projects when the eyelids drop
And Morphean theater gains a screen
Where dormant inspiration goes to shop
For the grotesque, or, a frivolous scene?
The Muse with Morpheus will mix confirmed
Whenever consciousness slips well away
And relentless reason becomes infirmed
Until welcome dawn breaks another day
And sees reason to it's old throne restored,
Yet with wakeful constancy now askew
With off kilter thinking rightly adored
For turning old thoughts into something new...
And thus...a repurposing is sired
When dream gods by a muse are inspired!