the edge without a depth to fall into not even a razors edge where theres no where to go only a wisping movement of swirling memmory perusing what enters and exits always open
closing in now waiting to be recalled remembered from the edge memmory known is only another word for how it feels like when the soul recognises what light really is
memmory it waits on the edge of the now caresing the before seeing the after only acting when asked to provide from the edge to the edge memmory resides