the resistance was mild
at first
a slight tingling
sensation
below the pads of
his fingers
(just below a
sense of identity)

after a while
he could feel it
slide
through other
extremities
as a pulsing vibration
an analogue
texture

by the time the
airship
banked to the left
the rhythms of the resistance
overtook
all
and their intricate
details became
an adequate
substitute
for language

bright city lights
below the glass observation deck
refracted
off his feet
and from his pivot
all concepts of
geography
was born
and died

when the resistance finally
entered his
heart
he was
/taken
\by
/surprise