Words
mean nothing compared
against gravity

Planes
bent around pinnacles
consistent of

Truth
beyond description
interpretable

by deciphering
eyes
noses
fingers
tongues

or ears

Passion is
seen
smelled
felt,  not touched,
tasted,  not consumed,

Heard.

Is it known?

how can you
Know what's inside
without experience

shared memories

yet somehow
we know
by passion


Reaching
   into passion

Waking
   other passion

Drawing
   out passion

they gravitate
on that enigmatic plane
guided by the abstract

flowing line
sketching itself
to existence