I found a poem. I don't know... tell me what you think I guess.

Were we free to move
in a frictionless plane,
neither you nor I would stop

gliding,

But in moving, breathing,
easing, we forget that there is
movement,
origin,
destination;

forget
the touch of elastic
flesh on rubber
flesh, the taste of
amber fluid on the
swollen tongue;
forget that the heart
skips, the lung
gasps are

temporary;

and forget
the moving waters that say,
Sweetest urge and sweetest will
to go lower, lower still.

We forget,
we doubt,
we disdain.