Just As a Person Has Many Faces

the man in the moon tells his story bright with his face hoary, he smiles while his conjoined menace whispers to the opposing edge of immensity behind his back he says he can't say no, while he is saying no to saying no, so there in the truth it hides or infinitely along its spine crooked on a continuum only seen through seventeen artificial lenses cleanses his thoughts rids it of lies as it cancels out or creates more truths while the masks multiply hanging on hooks in plentiful supply for sale sale scale scare care look like you're caring on tv and smash them all in secret with tidal waves reacting to two gravities in court he'll look down and count us all and know that our sum is the only truth