from 'Quarkboy'

Aspects of a single phenomenon
We appear,
Drifting,
Devoid of gravity.
Yet proof of us is proof of everything
My particle is your wave.

Prove the zero
And you may just find
There was something there after all.

We made so much nothing out of so much something
Containment was not a viable option
So,
that sluggish tinnitus of
life with open strings beckons.

My particle, your wave
W and Z going against the grain;

We loll our tongues over lips
Knowing this is the last kiss
Hope another field will yield to our existence