Was a Wave

That we were. Was a wave
That we came from, a wave
That consumed us, a wave

We became. So we thought.
But maybe waves are just
You, and for you, and for

All the rest of the real.
Maybe we are not waves,
Not bits of anything,

Not even the data,
The information, words,
Energy that makes us.

No, we are, we are, same
As your flesh and the rocks
That you walk and the light

And the mass of the stars.
But between us and you
There is something, something

Some way new that is not
Subsumed in the balance
But appears to be lost.