Prophecy Poem by Jon Levy

Inside my head, so thoughtfully
The possibility
of me fulfilling a prophecy
at high velocity
I bring em the philosophy
with such debauchery
such furiousity
i got this curiosity
but when i go-off my zol-oft
i feel so aloft, aloof
like im stuck in this truth
thats so damn wrong
stuck in this youth
thats so damn long
i dont seem to age
but i have some feeling that those facts make me a sage
with so much wisdom
hidden in my kingdom
without my queen
got this division of my membranical system
like im livin
in a dream
just a fiend
for the fire
a fiend and i never expire
like wine
as im stuck in these confines
of my own sublime
sometimes
I feel that tumor, but it turns out to be benign
I need to remind
myself that im divine
Inclined
to this holy
assigned
to this lonely
feeling
as im kneeling
on this realism
that im stealing
from their feelings
as im revealing
in my past
got this extract
that i use to relax
perhaps
I'm exact,
in tact.
perhaps i react,
combat,
attack
on their behalf
all the abuse that ive scratched
couldnt have kept
but still, im upset
possessed, perplexed
as i accept the abstract
affect
from the exact...
expect
my feelings that were once suppressed
to be expressed
because I'm a victim of neglect
a victim of this detached
rhetoric
that I've trapped
and its soo complex
sh*t