When something rough goes up against
something smooth, you scrape.
You rend,
you rub,
you pull on every molecule of friction
and pull them, drag them as they scream
at the unnecessary contact, each atom
momentarily joining with another
from an alien world,
electrons cry out as their orbits
are warped, elongated these
invisible elastic bands stretch beyond
their comfort zone, wrapped in
fellow ovals intertwined
past levels designed,
all the while the movement continues,
all daring it to stop as it grins
and pulls onwards,
clashing carelessly.