ideas invade me
ideas captivate me
I wrestle with them
then they leave me
not completely
secretly becoming
a part of me
until I can’t remember being different
you cling to them
I reject you because
I don’t have your connection
to them
I make them my own
and you get irritated
you take a new position
and then I’m frustrated
and cite irreconcilable
differences
while the devil just farts
in our general direction