the rosy worms
come from the red worms
the light green worms
come from the green worms
the different coloured worms
come from the different coloured worms
there is no core
as much as they can chew
the outside remains always
the same
attractive and irresistible
watch them popping out
out of each thing
out of each illusion
the lie being always
their roof
the truth ceased to exist
as this simple poem
actually
ceased to exist
as well