The turbulence created
For unsmoothing smooth currents
With hungers satiated
By flowing eddy servants
Stuffs voids with a waving hand
Blurred vision vortex fillers
Left barely able to stand
Up on twin crumbling pillars
Succumbs again to forces
Repeats past current courses
A Scroll Threw Life 
Remember Flo(w) on Alice: “Kiss my grits!” Tell ’em, girl!
Yes I do. She just passed away this September. RIP 😥