Paradox Poem: The CIA's Pebble

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A pebble dropped, yet whispers fly.
The truth concealed, a playful jest,
In silence loud, the mind’s unrest.

A spy’s delight, a laugh in stealth,
The weight of knowledge, the light of wealth.
In every ripple, a tale unfolds,
The warmth of ice, the chill of gold.

A game of chess, with pieces unseen,
The jester’s mask, where kings convene.
In every lie, a truth so bright,
The dark of day, the dawn of night.

So toss your stone, let waters churn,
In paradox, the world will turn.
For in the jest, the heart will see,
The funny truth of the CIA.