Maybe We Ain’t Us

— a poem by Joe J Thomas —

I’m not who you think I am.
And neither are you.
As years pass, some cells have died.
Others take their place.
Atom by atom.
New memories forged and old ones slip away.
Like a magic trick performed by a great wizard.
There is misdirection and slight of hand involved.
In the end, or more accurately, in the now, I am no longer.
Each passing moment created anew as time marches on.
I was born in the heart of an exploding star.
Over the passage of eons, my atoms slowly coalesced.
Moving from one living being to the next.
After countless generations, I was destined to assemble into that which you see.
… and for a brief instant, I can make a noise like a camel.
Nice to meet you.
My name is Joe, 2014.

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