The passion does not elude through the strange depths of the world
As strangers embark into deepening climaxes rather on the verge,
Continuous—enduring, leaving faint impressions in the night
Adrift within deep oceans of space shrouded by such graceful terms
Upon our thoughts we shall never succumb to defeat—we pronounce
Even as anguish leaves us fighting for air we draw away for now
Into our own passion as the trail of consciences brings us together.
