The amoeba is a single cell, protozoal life form. In evolutionary terms it is primitive, but it is in no way simple. The manner of its integration has not been fathomed by scientists, and laying bare its genome would not bring much advance in that direction. (Genome – the sequence of nucleotide bases in DNA which provide the information to synthesise specific proteins). Not only do amoebae reproduce asexually by mitotic (binary) fission, but sexually through one amoeba fusing with another, which leads to mixing of their DNA and separation of it through a form of cellular division called meiosis. This causes a refreshing of the genetic composition of the descendants. Without sexual reproduction, genetic information would have been gradually lost through exposure of DNA to thermal energy and amoebae would have long ago become extinct.
This poem is an attempt to express my wonder at the amoeba’s complex existence.
anonymous monastery of the raw state sentient struggle at first light between yes and no the pallid hues of restlessness and doubt like and dislike forward back vivid fleeting moment captured if at all as disposition close folding fusion muddy rejuvenation of taste and touch sexual immolation and sortilege