Rubber Worms
Truth comes in one golden droplet.
You wait like a blind baby sparrow.
But mom can only bring a rubber worm.
Eventually the sweet droplet meets
the soul's red parched beak.
A lie frequently comes in buckets.
An endless deluge of infinite confusion.
A black thorned brackish delusion.
But a lie will collapse under its own weight.
Transparency always devours opacity.
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