To live in your body like a room,
Like the skater goes twirling, into deeper sleep;
Eyes-closed skier, going the downward slope.
Still busy in the body's world, a different space-
The body remembering moves, you can never fake,
The cells and relays picking up momentum’s information
There; where the neurons ran for a thousand miles,
Redrawing circuits to fit a working alignment-
And muscles twitching all in, to beat their best time.
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Like this, a good write. Reminds me of training down the gym. Knowing I, m past it but still trying to get Everything working together. Good poem.