Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Wander still 

The sun falls all over you 

Millions of tiny fragments 

Buzzing in a hum

Together 

As far as anything 

Further 

Around all the blindness 

Center

Pushing through the edge

Be reminded 

Their reality 

A storm of systems 

Which one are you living in 

Just to live

Isn’t enough 

Watching the water move from place to place

Carrying my face 

Washing away my body 

In the moonlight

Under the weights

Of words

Coming in and changing 

As it suits the moment 

Disappear