Pi

A number,
and a circle, i.
I am pi.
A magic door,
to make dimensions just one more.

I run forever, never tiring,
on in spirals, twisting diving towards perfection,
a smooth and distant destination.
Born and built before creation,
I span a never-ending nation.

I square the circle,
and sphere the cube.
You have the box;
I'll take the tube,
and you can stroll while I fly by.
Count me forever for I won't die.
The end of time was built for me,
the perfect curve, infinity.

Remember me in thousands,
but do it all for fun.
The most you'll ever need to know
is three, a dot and one four one.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.