the Deevil's been 'round.
i've felt the ting of insertion, question.
the auto-dynamic of denial
trying to usurp, by my own Reason, bested.
but the dynamic invades;
the last unanswered question remains.
the underpinning, the moot, the nebulous,
either/or, whyfor, and Place.
if - what if - and if only,
what is left standing only stands to stagnate.
and if a crippling of someone gave motive,
does that continued Acceptance, wordlessly, feed that flame?
Control is only allowed from a Within;
if you can conceive it, it gives it a Begin.
and the Deevil slithers in to this heed:
he thrives on what you can be coerced to believe.
Ownership is what i have taken on.
the Disregard, cavalier assumption has a song.
and it's the question of what ever did he come for?
why button anyone up behind your locked door?
it's covert, and overt, and only because the Other says yes.
even without asking, or including, he creates his quest.
time is nothing; he'll stay as long as you allow.
and he'll feed on every morsel you find, until you kick him out.
aaaaah, to Flip It.
turn it around, say the same, to your Self.
rant and rave, behave as you crave,
and let your feelings be Felt.
they are your own, after all, and if you didn't give them away,
it only matters that they emerged,
to learn what you create
by what you too, do and say.
they are still there, and ready to be perused.
if you're going to use anything, it may as well be You.
for the unanswered question only leads you to the Truth:
that if someone sucked on you, you are, likely, Fruit.