They’re everywhere, you know. Demons, I mean. They’re all around us,¬†above & below, to the left & to the right. Even inside of us? Or so they say.

“Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right…”

Some say demons drive men to victory & love; others, to despair & madness. And even Socrates, the wisest of all men who knew nothing, had demons.

“I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down those stairs.”

Before he invented science, homo sapiens attributed earthquakes & floods, disease & death, success & failure, love & fear to the powers & whimsy of supernatural beings. Unscientific man saw the work of malignant spirits who seduced, afflicted, possessed & tormented them & ruled their world. They saw & feared demons.

“Tryin’ to make some sense of it all,
But I see it makes no sense at all…”

We moderns — we’re so goddamn smart — still see demons, those negative fears & worries, feelings & shortcomings, prejudices & passions that distract us, possess us, & hold us back from self-realizing that healthy, happy, self-sufficient person we want to be, deserve to be. Even the Urban Dictionary calls them “the dark part of your mind, the crawling nagging feeling somethings wrong, inner bad feelings.”

So who’s to the left of me, who’s to the right,
here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

The poetry of flight