Parthenogenetic

Cold water breaks over.

A cold hand takes the heart home.

In a deeper place than this,
Where the waves roll far above,
Some living tissue spawns
In an echo of itself
And crawls to the surface.

We are all born
In the image of our maker.

We are all recombined:
All our fathers and mothers,
Joined together
Here, where the blood flows hardest.

In the darkest nights,
In our corroded dreams,
In the secret crevasses of the heart,
Fear climbs up
Like a primeval thing.

This single entity
Is born of our tissue
But unfathered.
It comes unbidden,
Like a forlorn hope,
In an awkward moment,
Alive but unformed,
A motherless thought.

Initialising