keys
to call yourself incidental
is to mistake what holds us.
you make small what has only proven vast.
this is not the rote work
of doors and ledgers,
but the essence we have made
through every return.
time has tested it,
uncertainty has broken against it,
yet the pull remains—
gravity without ethos,
a circle inscribed deeper each time.
meaning lives here:
in the body answering the body,
in the ache that consumes
and releases in the same breath.
to endure is to carry the weight together,
and in carrying,
to know we are alive.
this is the affirmation:
that in the pull,
in the ache without beyond,
we answer one another.
and in the rain—
which drowns, which submerges,
which saturates until nothing stands apart—
eternity is not promised,
it is made here,
in this immersion,
infinite between us,
the burden we choose
because it is love.