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
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2019
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