Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting reflections, and drawn fragments from this existence.
—
A Flicker Between Gears
by M. Joseph Boehler
our ravenous rendezvous scratch our mortal itch,
we peel away every pretense, baring raw form,
fearlessly, we wander into the contours of naked truths.
then, we drift back into the neon-washed enclosure,
becoming again, obedient silhouettes on a stage,
beneath the glittering lights of an endless play.
—
To leave traces that might meet another's path.