Nun of Nu of Nen

The break down of waves as points
Comes from the break down of place—

Space has no place. Stacks of change
Seem far from stacks where they aren’t,

But they’re all piled up in wave
On wave—all at the same times

Are all times of the same place
Which is to say, there’s no place

If you don’t leave out the change
Named time, which makes it seems like

There is no time, or time stays
Out of the way, but the same

Goes the back way—there’s no place,
Just change, if you let time sneak

Back in the frame—the frame breaks.
Spacetime is not one or two,

It’s two if it is one: one
Kind seen two ways, time not space,

And not both well fused, as once
Hoped—flesh as breath, soul as change.