It was less than half an honest moment, but I could still feel our minds entwine like roots Forming, out of sight, out of our thoughts Beyond our narrow scope, and I could feel the Tendrils weaving around the core of me I could feel _ spiraling down from above Through feet of clay and mud so apologetically removed By layer
Numbered, if formed at all, I Arranged them all so carefully, but...
And then it was over Roots having bred through it all, and survived long after To this day