Centipedes inched through the skin

With a head like a rock

Squirm in yourself and rediscover

A natural fear

Anxiety shapes our movements

But we will change its shape

From a balloon, ever expanding

To a gentle stream

It will flow through us and outside,

And the weight will lessen

A spell of bodily origin,

Lining all of you

Within and without, a small word

Can make all the difference