Tremble

He walked with a tremble.
Not the kind that causes his
limbs to reverberate like
the quaking of drills
or the tumbling of rocks.
Not that.
His tremble was different.
Odd.
Different.
It flowed though streams,
meandering with subtlety
through the heart of all
who saw him.
All who watched him.
All who gave him their finite attention; a trade.
He replenished with his tremble.
His terrifying tremble.
And by that,
the world was drowned in empathy.
Empathy, that trembled.

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