Do you still believe in the 4th of July
Or did you have enough firework nights
To grow reason and fatigue
All the peripheral damage
Cast to the aesthetic of days
Lost in cyclical episodes

Are we the sum of all parts
Or the spacial matter we accept
Sorting about reason and fatigue
Replacing one for the other
To detox the frailty of erosion
Spun in proverbial orbs

Yield to content at your own accord
Catch the dying light of days
As it bows to tomorrow
Is the sun the same
Does the moon change beyond shape
Your paradox thoughts spin
With the rotation of clocks