Deception is the product
Of imagination trained.
The whites of our eyes
Are mostly honest,
And our pupils are helpless.
Irises just advertise
While adjusting the pupils
And emphasizing the whites.
But our tears, unique tears,
Are the virga of the soul,
The scrim that falls and rises,
Just enough under control.
Stage mothers tell their children
To imagine something sad.
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