Your poem today is still installed in feelings of anguish, depression and fear.
Presents fear as "center that looks and knows". As an enemy that stalks the mind, body and spirit to feed on us, to make us weak.
The lyrical voice paints it as a presence that hopes to strengthen itself to attack. But, in the end, he raises the initiative to kick him to get rid of him. And, simply, it's time to do it.
Good job, honey.
Yes and no. I wrote this with the possibility of two scenarios. The one you saw, but also a tantalizing invitation to let go and have fun - to leave order and enter chaos. A bit frightening though in itself to some like me.