Infinite Supplies

Existence has them,
And lives want at them,
But distribution

Remains a problem.
The seas of sine waves
Go on forever,

But all signs point to
Many impending
Famines. How is this?

Darling, you belong
To the waves yourself
And can’t stop shifting,

And as for supplies,
You don’t so much run
Out of them as you

Eventually
Reach your length’s end and
Become some of them.