Well yes, where we interface
there certainly are wobbles – the fit not being perfect.
This strangeness comes from there,
partly from the shock of finding it forced on us,
and partly from finding it’s not as natural to us
as death is.
Yes, where we press up upon living
there certainly are jolts,
so that we might seem to stick for a moment
and then jump lurchingly
as continental plates do, catastrophically sometimes,
and when you meet someone, in the street perhaps,
even someone you know, whole large chunks of them
might be torn away by this effect
and roll to the side of the road
and you’ll be shouting at them somewhere
in an absolutely murdered voice, and them at you.