Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

How 

Do you stand here

Without 

Noticing the rhythm 

How 

Can you move through this

Without stopping 

Slowing down the patterns to a stand still

Removing them 

Pulling snippets of code from your orbit

Little by little

Building your own truth 

Trash it 

Delete it 

Be something else 

For your forgiveness awaits you 

In the darkest rooms

Where light has never been invited

You left yourself in there

With an unlocked door

Turnaround 

You are the map to your own existence 

Set fire to that room 

After you sit for as long as you need 

In a space you help build 

Over time 

Wallpaper made of trauma 

Peeling 

Water damage 

No exit 

Unless you enter 

Unless you are willing 

To face your grand mirror in the center

Looking straight into your own eyes

What did you run from 

Decades ago

Face it 

Turn up the music 

Thrash in the material 

Slam against the unknown 

Then sit still 

Hear the silence roar with a thousand lions

Picking up your own faith 

Its been with you this whole time 

Strike a match

Leave a path out to forever

Where the birds sing your song

And the trees are inviting you

Take shelter in the harbors 

Where there is no future

Unless you move 

Changing slightly 

A little at a time 

The person 

Stuck in that room 

Enter