Tremor

the slight tremor of fear and uncertainty in my fingertips is the bees buzzing ever so loudly in the ear of a deaf man,the spots on a dog dancing, thunderous, quick in the sunlight stream,coins crashing to hard, stone streets and falling with a face toward the cold, grey stone,

the slight tremor of fear and uncertainty in my fingertips may halt heavy in my hands, but begin deeper inside.

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