Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot...,

which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe

A snippet of careering and careening

nocturnal cerebral manifestations
attributed to strong medicament
creating soundless clangorous din
ofttimes diabolical dreams
severely disrupt mine ability
to function throughout rest of day.

An adverse reaction
to one or more prescription medications
intended to combat anxiety, dysthymia, ocd,
and other psychological ills

(prescribed by Elizabeth Clark
Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner)
regularly, severely, and terribly

disrupts sleep of yours truly.

As a for instance recently,

I dreamt figments of mein kampf
fractured into a bajillion little pieces
when the final battle between God and Satan

known as Armageddon occured (situated

within Megiddo Valley),

which I (a diehard skeptic) would not miss

Earth shattering event for the world!

A diabolical entity (quaking with excitement)

accidently (perhaps purposely) let slip

the Apocalypse will strike seven days

after today. Yours truly along with bajillions

of other people held captive upon oblate spheroid

will perish within seven days. Meanwhile,

I plod along boulevard of broken dreams

ho-hum fashion minding my p's and q's, oh

of course giving remaining twenty four letters

of English alphabet their diligent due respect.

So much euphoria suddenly bubbled forth,

where debilitating anxiety would usually churn.

Though giddy with excitement,

(no more plaintive laments about being dirt poor),

yet wincing back concomitant sentiment also arose.

No matter both pseudo and real

contradictory reactions prevailed,

I did not experience anticipatory anxiety

that usually gets triggered regarding

some worrisome circumstance.

The aforementioned debacle

(impossible mission beset seismologists).