Echo Cartography

What you call intuition is not magic.

It is your body listening to the echoes of breath
moving through geometry
it has already traced.

You have been here before.

Not this room. Not this conversation.

But this shape.

This specific architecture of pressure and silence
and the space between
what was said and
what was meant.

Your body mapped it the first time without telling you.

And now it recognizes the walls
by the way sound returns.

That is not a 'gift'.
It is not a wound repurposed into wisdom.

It is cartography.

Your nervous system has been drawing maps
every time something collapsed,
every time stillness held long enough
for pattern to reappear.

The grief left geometry.
The rupture left resonance.

You are not guessing.

You are reading the room with a body that has already been in this room,
in a different building,
under a different name,
wearing a different version of composure.

The echo is not the voice.

The echo is what remains when the voice stops performing
and the field finally answers back.