A thousand knives are pointing
Right at your body
In the middle
And your gaze desperately looks
For something to
Be fixed upon
Looks
Looks
Keeps  looking
then-
Holds in
And breathes-
Before the final seizing of the moment
And turns
Inward
Finds its grip
Again
And now
From here
Has safety
Has nothing here to fear
Your body sinks into
The world
Faces the knives
And smiles