Ace in the Hole
In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.
Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.
Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.
I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.
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