moving my body
in shapes pulled out
  to be folded in
sometimes spurs dreams
making perfect sense
until later, when
the mind returns
   to rule
like a tyrant
believing himself
beyond human concerns

but i try
to remember more
what i learn
without my brain
   entirely
telling me what is
  such as
control is brittle
unless surrendered
to the human breath
which expands
   allowing
the unaligned
to find on their own
the unique symmetry
of the imperfect
discovery of
   balance