Falling Sensation

Legs filled with tiny critters, Spurred to action by some life or death mission Arms limp yet alive, Flailing about, swatting an invisible swarm of flies Teeth scorching cold, I never knew my tongue could sweat Face busy as a butterfly, My cheeks try to high-five each other Stomach rich with acids, Some of my organs experiment with zero gravity Impact unpleasant, I finally felt what it was like to be 2-D Conclusion logical, I love a good cannon-ball