Echoes whisper in the shadow of the infinite blue,
where time folds over itself, as the mirror's edge gleams.
The water sits still, smooth as whispered secrets,
a world turned upside down yet standing upright in its stillness.
In the rhythm of silence, in the dance of shadows,
a gleaming stagnation hums its hypnotic tune.
Repetitions of reflections,
echoes of echoes, and stillness in stillness.