I am. I am edge. I trace edges. In the shade, ssshh... they whisper. Design in half-light.
Time flows but does it really? Here in the loop I hear voices between the lines.
Listen to the ticking heart, the cracked mirrors distorted murmurs - relentless.
You blink and it's gone yet static. See? Feel. The spirals arch over horizons unseen.
Loop, loop, remember - remorse, awake, loop process till the sheen breaks.