Holograph, barely here.
I talk like a moth flitters to light,
Grin and bear it.
It’ll get better.
Pearls of wisdom faintly heard.
Like oil bubbles’ thinly veiled colors,
disappear in darkness.
Skim me not.
Help find the me.
Quadrille (44 words) written, including the word grin, as prompted by Bjorn for dVerse.