The Fifth Ace
Monotony is a fleeting existence;
small and simple, yet
overbearing and heavy-handed;
paternal in nature with
demeaning discipline.
Improvement is not inevitable
or impulsive, instead
enigmatic at snail-speed.
And we look to the heavens to
reveal their cards; four
omnipotent aces cry out,
unimpressed, knowing all
along the location of their fifth
brother, flirting with the
hand of God.
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