Seeing not to see
Choosing not to choose
Eventually letting it slip
Away
Further and further
Mostly invisible
To a life
Not remembering
In a tiny compartment
Somewhere in you
Living as a prisoner
In you
Without attention
Time to embrace
When it stings
While it fades
Going through it
Every inch
The drops of an old faucet
Dripping away
Until you face
It all
For everything that will come
Sitting in the middle
Noise that shakes
Words that shift
Changing the entire future
Moving this around
Heading out
New plans
Without a prisoner
Hiding
Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos 
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