Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Narrative that chooses you 

We hardly do 

Unless we are running 

Away 

Fearing the result 

Too much at once 

Waterboarded with intentions 

Sticky goo 

Placid energy 

Silent limbs falling at night 

When the air is singing 

To the moon 

Wrapping up the ends 

For tomorrows offering 

Maybe not so foggy 

Slowly wrapping around 

From an ankle to a ledge 

To a place 

Below this one 

Each level new 

Or not so much 

Maybe its all similar 

We just shine it up 

Our reactions aren’t that much different 

Its just tucked in 

Language of the time 

Language from the same place 

Just softer 

Seemingly open 

While deep down 

A narrative we’ve carried 

For years 

Feeding on the bone 

Gather the voices 

Let them sing 

To the midnights of this world 

Into the other side 

Where the water roars 

Crashing