now what good will walking do me when i cannot rise from this soft, familiar frame?
and i travel through indifferent doorways that the pines did not intend
listen to this offer. i’m only nervous about the whispers in the sand
that snake beneath me, they want me to be different than i am
the sky splintered through the mountains
like draining a glacier, up posing / opposing their insides
before my pulse syncs up with the spiraling waves i am counting every beat in time
listen to my voice; it’s been getting stronger i’ve been listening to the birds
that fly above me, they’ve been hearing every word
now i do not know this breathing
unwillfully mine, it is strange and not yet named
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016