Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting fragments, reflections, and drawn shadows from this existence.
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Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting fragments, reflections, and drawn shadows from this existence.
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We Were Nameless
by M. Joseph Boehler
the ember-glow of day softened,
our covers fell, unveiling inner celestial fires.
in awe of two radiant women—dancing, sparkling, laying bare raw joy—
we shed our names, becoming untethered currents.
our limbs twisted like untamed flames licking the air of life,
our full breaths intertwined, a silent ode we sing together.
rules burned away, leaving only the pulse that surged with nature's splendor.
in that suspended breath the world became a single, shared heartbeat,
an instant where time ceased to count, and we existed solely as feeling.
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To leave traces that might meet another's path.