Oh gallant me. The buzz demurs, the fuzz endures.
I emerge from the dark to shed light.
Leave it to me to insert the numbness, leave it to me to neutralize the chemistry.
Acid and base collide.
Leave it to me to ice the ice.
I am walking static—white noise personified.
I slink back into the dark.
Minor legacies left behind.
Absent from the former wide wake wave of potential,
still cutting through a choppy tide.
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