Re Re Re

Regarding again and again,
Whatever returns and returns,
Why is anything returning?

A single wave would be a curve
And of what no one could say.
To be a wave is to repeat,

To be part of a patterning
Of self-similar patterned parts,
None of which is actually

The same part returning, reborn,
But something so like it pattern
Comes into being with the wave.

The being of each wave combines
Being exactly like others
And being exactly none else.

At no point, then, anywhen,
Will you ever find anything
Wholly unique, wholly another.

The aspects can’t be extracted,
Since their combination is all
That makes all anything at all.

And yet, in the mind, in language,
They’ve been divided. Maybe
Language isn’t too limited.

Language is too powerful.
Labeling creates, in breaking,
What only names can recreate.