The mandrake and the womandrake both said:
We are plants but we resemble, the alpha predator of another kingdom.
Called Animal. And they kissed, not as plants do, stamen-in-pistil.
Can such things be? The wings of the moth
Have eyes that look like cat’s eyes or bird’s eyes but not
Moth eyes. They’re compound. Our bodies resemble
Forms of other phyla, yet to be evolved. What is the sense of beauty
But the sense organ of a being
Yet to be created,
Utterly different, as cell to atom, zither to explosion, dream to king
a horse riding full speed
Down a turn-off we passed by blindly?