The last notification fades and the screen goes dark. The reflex to reach for it again stays.
The name that might have been checked doesn’t appear: no mark of absence, only a space where nothing arrives.
A faint residue remains, not quite a color.
Blue Without Boundary
By Kerry Ann Wiley
No words survive what comes after.
No break. No cause to defend.
Everything without meaning.
No reaching. No rearranging.
A shape without witness.
Blue opens in silence.
Nothing asks or takes.
No distance forms from an ending.
No hands remain.
A name finds nothing.
Where absence learns to begin.
Color arrives unclaimed:
blue without boundary.
No words rise after.
No fracture marks the change.
No reaching. No rearranging.
Blue opens in silence.
Nothing asks or takes.
No distance from the ending.
No gesture remains.
Only stillness.
Then slowly the edges surrender.
Two disappear.
Blue without boundary—forever.
The screen is dark.
Nothing shifts.
A faint residue remains, not quite a color.
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