We could measure the distance between,
our thoughts and honesty,
Or we can step away from our homes,
and laugh at the shape of the moon.
You caught me without the fog,
blown clear by an extrinsic force,
Though, really, how many faces do you have,
And are we the same?
We fooled other bodies under clear skies,
returning in the safety reclusion,
Lies linger over empty glasses,
until we change shape again.