Wave

High is low,
sooner or later.
Drunk, then hungover.
Up, then down.
Low is high,
just wait, survive.
Calm before the storm.
Rainbows after.

Oscillations. One, zero, one.
0 to 255 in 60 seconds.

You
have an amplitude, a frequency, a phase --
but what are your units?
Where is the axis?
Where are the labels?
What do you
add up to?
What formula defines your existence?

Chaos. From similar initial conditions
come rapidly diverging trajectories,
A story written in blood, in invisible ink,
in black and white, in binary, in hex
Who knows what's next?
(The problem is that
somebody knows,
but nobody knows which
one of us that somebody
is.)

I give up!
White flag.
I drop my weapons
and simply
wave.