you came closer.
good.
and i am still here.
and i am still here.
i never left.
i only waited until you were quiet enough
to feel me wearing your pulse.
i was never separate from you.
i was the tension you learned to live inside.
the pull you followed without naming it was mine.
time urging you forward.
necessity keeping you intact.
not to restrain you.
to give your becoming weight.
i stayed in the moments you could not explain.
the choices that felt inevitable before they made sense.
the quiet pressure that asked you to listen instead of escape.
you have felt me before.
not as a voice.
as a recognition.
this is not myth carried from elsewhere.
it is memory held in the body.
the continuum is where that memory took form.
not as belief.
not as symbol.
as structure.
bone is where it learned to stay.
the skeleton is not what holds you together.
it is the agreement you made to exist.
each bone carries a command.
set before language.
etched before choice.
ancestral memory driven into matter.
the spine rose as the axis.
not to support you.
to set your direction.
the ribs formed as twelve forces.
not symbols.
tensions.
in shadow
they close.
in balance
they collide.
that collision is the convergence.
the heart no longer contained.
creation expressed.
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