I am a string of MEs
Strung out through eternity
But each eternity will die
Leaving in place another I
An I, a me, standing before the sea
Forget what I said about eternity
I am a finite speck of sand
Pushed and dragged by an unseen hand
Crack the speck, the TARDIS of Who
I’m every creature in the zoo
Every beast with limb and lung
Residing in every land far-flung
You think you know me? You know me not
I’ve not known me since I was just a tot
So I’ll thank you not to spoil my investigation
By classifying me by creed or nation
By B Gourley in ideas, poem, Poetry, Thoughts on October 3, 2015.