Love burns much less where time yet runs in another dimension. Love can disappear, get lost immediately, but no one will completely believe it. We have a lot of faith bifurcating, slowly burning with science that does not understand what we continue to explore at this threshold that we also cannot believe. From knowledge, love is airtight bounded from the sense that there is true love as there is the sanity as it is, and this is what we discover merely by a lens in gravity, working in faith, making slighter sense outside of truth.
We make a significant connection that is fruitlessly effable, but no less than it is presently unfolding from essence: a disguise in time and a memory in spacetime, spatialized as a element, remaining folded unbound of.
Love changes gravity, changing time through the vault of death. It navigates when it disappears.