Balance
A teacher broke his left-handedness,
until the right reluctantly awoke.
His right hand turned
to inner paths.
They tried to rewire him,
he was too right handed now,
but he kept slipping out of their minds
The boy continued taking
unofficial routes.
Teachers gave up on him.
He drew his own mind maps
explored them.
Eventually, by chance,
he found his place
at the center
his two hands joined
to the logic of creative
prayers
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