I've seen a million mes.
A dungeon, moat and castle full of mes,
Screaming pronouns.
The new world ordinals,
The highest host of madrigals,
Achieving counts previously unreachable,
Whilst living infinitely
In impenetrable fortresses.
Are these mes chain or nest?
One after another welded functionally to the next
Or
One daughter Russian doll pregnant with the rest?
Why decide when inevitable motion
Perpetually divides?
A loop, a moat, rebuilt continuously
Möbiusly collides.
If then
They are all me
Splinters be
Ground up
Recycled me
I am led,
Hippie unbound
To declare
A=B=C
Therefore A=C
Just as
Kingdoms fade
Therefore you are me.
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