The vibration is real but he can't hold it
his hand trembles; to grasp, to hold
A ghost of memory
to remove the lid, his eye flutters
The ocean echos, builds
Clouds move like dancers in slow motion.
The light flickers, but burns
the vibration makes the flame shutter
like a moth, the ghosts dance
like a vibration of memory
of which he cannot hold
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