What is the meaning of control according to deleuze?

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Oh, ponder this, dear heart, in realms of thought profound,  
What doth it mean to wield the reins of yonder fate,  
As penned by sage Deleuze, whose wisdom doth abound,  
In shifting sands of power, in walls that doth abate.  
Control, like mist upon the morn, elusive be,  
Not a fortress built of stone, nor chains of iron wrought,  
But a dance of flows and intervals, a river free,  
Where meaning shifts and bends, with every thought begot.  
In this grand tapestry, all is interlinked,  
A web of forces, subtle as the sighing breeze,  
Where fragments of the self with the world are distinct  
Yet deeply woven, engaged in ceaseless tease.  
Oh, how he scorns the tyrant’s heavy hand of law,  
For freedom lies not in restraint but in embrace,  
When lines of control weave through the chaos raw,  
Unfurling in the dance, time's unrelenting chase.  
Thus, to know control is to know the art of play,  
Where desire flows unbound, like waves upon the shore,  
And life, like a fleeting shadow at the break of day,  
Becomes a myriad of choices; forevermore.  
So question now, sweet friend, what holds our hearts in sway?  
For in this realm of shifting, whence doth true control arise?  
To navigate the labyrinth is to craft our way,  
In paths of becoming, there we find our prize.