rhapsode - such stuff as dreams are made on Lyrics

I'm Pound without the fascism
Linguistically eclectic and follower of imagism
Throw the rainbow through the prism
Here to show you all about my rhapsodism
Ismi rhapsode, bismillah
Chart the course between the whirlpool and Scylla
Give you words to chew on with mandible, maxilla
Caecilius est in villa
Janus-faced philosopher
Spit a diaphanous gossamer
Don't really care if my rhymes are popular
I been searching for my soul but found it was exactly subocular
Or subnasal, not looking for appraisal
Won't call me primitive but they'll still call me basal
We are unraveling our navels
So that we may ingest the sun
Eyes threaded on a string like ecstatic Donne
Timeline where Ariadne's got the clue unspun
So Theseus is stuck in the labyrinth
Was in the garden of forking paths
When I assassinated Hyacinth
Escaped from the scene but then saw Apollo at the baths
Awkward
West wind told him that the discus had been doctored
Sought forgiveness and ensured a hecatomb was slaughtered
Now my job is to just make sure the flower's watered

And I don't know the answer
And I'm not even sure of the question
And like I already mentioned
I been searching for my soul, looking in myth and legend
Try to find the inner shadow that's undergone suppression
And even though I'm just a small part of the collective unconscious
I can be pompous
Bestride the narrow world like a colossus
But not thoughtless
In fact I'm consumed with doubt
And when I boast I'm just praying for my poise to sprout
Hip-hop gave me confidence to scream and shout
While I question what its all about
I think Shakespeare might be god
That's odd
I nod, but his universality defies explanation
Adjacent, but outside of history, every ethnicity
Not of an age but for all time
His poetry's sublime, infinite compassion
As if he could imagine, and understand
The mind of every man, or woman too
A human who, transcended time, place
Gender, nation, race