by: Suzy Schwabl

a grain of sand
a beach of infinite.
burned together to be,
Something.
yet to see, there is,
Nothing
waves wash over
infinitely blue they extend. 
pushing harder
overturn one another
to be flat, and they are,
Gone
Not to disappear though–
Nothing is still Something
science 
proves all things to stay,
never Gone.
don’t you see Us?
eyes can fail to see existence
We surround.
collecting more and more
strength
to yet once again,
become
Nothing