"They don't feel the ages, they've lost a reverence,"

He thinks as he looks at brother's remains

And his own poisoned, ageless presence

These days the upright beasts won't see them

For they have lost their eyes

A chorus of shrieks from beneath them and blood from ruptured bark

Remnants of days grown dark

Fed from the chariot, now dodges potholes new to its course

Air-trough, atmospherе aquifer; a leak into the sourcе

He awakes to the mother mass he reaches to and from at once

And with a meristematic smile he looks at his sapling son

At them all, the strength in every one

Brought to the surface - Coalescence

See this home, it needs no shelter

This ruptured one bleeds into his own veins, it's one and the same

Raptured one

He kept house as well as he could and he made sure that the lawn wasn't a sickly shade of gangrene but all this upright beasts, these pests so eager to amputate, why don't they confess to know home is where the heart is?

His life is all life; see sap is blood and you'll be fulfilled