We Aren’t but by Turns

As none stay still,
There is no be,
No firm to be.
There is like this,

More like, like less.
There is no is.
The waves roll out.
The waves roll in.

They hold no place,
No start, no end.
At most they turn
To force or fire,

To crash or burn
In waves like them
But not the waves
They were. They turn.