Vestige in Blue
Before the light could find my frame,
A breath of blue became the air.
I waited—not for hope or name—
But for a silence I could bear.
The self withdrew, then disappeared,
No shelter left for soul to keep.
All colors fell, as time grew smeared;
Just blue remained—too vast, too deep.
What burned was not a mortal flame,
But thought encased in frost and skin.
The world collapsed without a claim,
And left a hush that rings within.
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