Rubber Worms

Truth comes in one golden droplet you can wait for days -weeks or a lifetime for it to appear in a dustbowl of faithlessness and doubt... You wait like a blind baby bluebird but mom only brings a rubber worm. Eventually the sweet droplet meets the soul's red parched beak songs are sung in hues of golden love everything bathed in thankfulness and blessing. A lie is much more frequent an endless deluge of infinite confusion a blue thorned brackish delusion a fire ball of blame, hate and rage. It may take a millennium, but a lie will collapse under its own toxic weight... Transparency always devours opaque.