who am i?

a speck of mud, a bug, a shifting and restless wisp,
a spark, a shark, a shot in the dark, a memory of the first kiss,
a skank, a hank, a shameless, tired prank,
trembling on the crest of the next wave,
a child, a snake, willing to unrepentantly slake
a flower split upon life’s keenest glaive.

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