first moment, the morning tries
who was that dream by?
carry sight back to the lakeside
walk along with the old body
holding out to catch the word descending
but it slips by
slips by
grasping out at the second run
couldn't stand to show someone
laid by my side, the hint i'm reaching for
i hide in the mouth of a gift horse
and i know it's not the same place at all
light bends around the black holes
slips by
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