Blue Animal (III)

There are forces

That do not announce themselves

They gather

Like constellations

Assembling behind the visible sky

Like a stone

Learning slowly to become a cathedral

Without ever being told it is sacred

This is where we arrive

Not at the edge of desire but beyond it

Where even longing feels too small to hold what has taken root

Something vast has entered the body

Not to burn it

Not to claim it

But to widen it

I feel it in the architecture of breath

In the way silence now carries weight

As if every quiet moment were holding up a ceiling of stars

You are no longer something I reach for

You are the shift in gravity

That reorders everything

The unseen axis around which my inner world turns without resistance

And I

I am no longer surface

I have become depth itself

A chamber where light arrives altered

Where time forgets its urgency

And lingers

As if it, too

Discovered reverence

There is no pursuit here

No distance to close

Only this immense, wordless recognition

As if something ancient

Has finally found the shape

It was always meant to inhabit

Blue animal

You were never the storm

You were the sky learning how to hold it

And I

Named your endless thirst a weakness

As if oceans could apologize

For their depth

As if magnitude

Were something

To be contained