Crunch in this wild
More to the ceremony
One tiny move forward
Clocks fade
Looking to see where you’re standing
On top of their mountain
Deep inside
Moving in a love
Filled with a movement
Tongue languages
How it never speaks to you
They just sit there
Watching
For what
Imaginations create the way
Still it pokes at it
For this ride can be repeated
As we are somewhere else
Plotting an escape
When will it align
Coming to center
Together
Beyond the lines
Drawing on the symbols
Drumming on the surface
Eyes blinking
Fictions being written
Before you speak
Look clearly then deliver
What is real
In this section of your experience
Open to switch
Switching to be open
Walk forward
Turning the corners
On it all
Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos 
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