I've spent the past twenty four hours
shuffling this beat-up deck of cards,
rearranging the same fifty two images
and observing which comes out on top.
The corners are folded over, creased and peeling,
weary from excessive use,
reddened and faded...
my eyes have seen better days.
As much as I try to justify
the allegedly impartial, randomised nature
of this monotonous ritual
I can't help but stop on the card which I want.
Up it solemnly stares at me,
like an abandoned child on their first day of school,
I must turn this card face down
for the greater good of the pack.
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