Now we are truly beautiful. Look at our colours, as we sway steadily.
I am part of the fruiting
head, producing spores to fly away
to venture far from this
place of no food.
I am part of a basal disc,
rooting the structure to the ground.
We are now differentiated. And once disintegration has begun, in the production of
spores, some of us are doomed. Many of us in the basal disc and stalk may die, but we know
that the spores will carry our essence on, to start a new life cycle. To start a new life.
We send out spores, to spread our next generation into a new environment, out into the
distant beyond. We send out spores so that you can find them wherever you look next. Where
will our spores be found?
In space only one of our pseudoplasmodia is able to form the fruiting body. Only one
fine mist of cellulose-walled spores is set free to drift in the lost gravity. If the
walls of this canister, of this space shuttle were somehow permeable to our spores, where
would we send our life? Could we be the first earth beings to colonise another planet?
Part of this work was submitted as the Dissertation for
the MA in Writing
Nottingham Trent University
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Last amended on 21st May 1998 / copyright H. M. Whitehead