Some kind of growth asleep.
They’re seedy as they glow.
Then suddenly they leap
at anything we know.
Now maybe it’s not that bad.
Orders from stars don’t grow.
We’re informed just a tad.
Each frog’s in the know.
But we don’t see it.
Our eyes water under lids.
If only we could be it
instead of egos after ids.
So movies are invented
countless frames at a time.
While the objects consented
to fast mirages in the mind.