Like the waves, back and forth,

the realisations of forces

on elements of nature

so do i – an element, object

unconscious but flowing and crashing

things get better

things get worse

in the tides – institutionalisation

acting on the grey and white matter

those never ending activities

triggered by fashion, universities,

and all the other forces

machines that mould and cut and screw

the Jacks and Marys of the world

So that i wake up and feel i like

Blues or Linguistics or even fermented beans

all flowing to some melodies

struck in chords seemingly

collectively created and changed

never knowing why or when

the cycles of figure hugging pants

will be fashionable again

no rhyme or reason in this cyclical flow