A knot

A simple space in time, a point that eyes move towards, I can feel my knfe dwelling upon a moment when it can move past or rest upont a know, to sheer or shift, slide past or flow over, flow around or flow through. I decide to flow through it, as if like a body squeezing itself through an only slightly opened door that is frozen because it has not moved in so long. The body the knife-blade entering a wondrous world beyond that moment.