Day 102 of 2026
“The Blue of Unstructured Time”
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What the body leaves behind
when it stops being a body
and starts being a Sunday:
this crumple, this slow continent,
this argument between
the linen and the light.
Cerulean, the shadows say.
Not grey. Not absence.
The actual colour
of time with nothing in it.