Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

29 January 2016

Blackened Virgin








Endless straight, wasting light
Into the cracks time seeps, hollowed
Hearing a future noise being released
One of these days, hanging tight
Branches swaying in the night
Life holds it’s breath, converting
Bright flames reaching the sky
Heat meets the Northern breeze
Pyre of my love burning high

          Be the scam you are, deception
     The truth written in your eyes
              Owns hoax, bending the truth

Keep on walking, you nameless man
Sore feet meeting gravel and roots
Nothing under the gazing nebula
Duty takes one step, further away
Directs attention, distracts knowledge
Once the mantra has been spilled
There is not but one curved left path
Open your mind, like me setting free
Into the deep cavity I glide soundlessly

         Stranded now, waves pounding
              Released of all needs and want
        Out of reach, marooned eclipse

Dressed in black screaming against the wind
Echoes drifting over blue void, stand tall
Waiting for an answer, finding solitude
Ripped fabric sophisticated masquerading ape
Now, rush the tide and leave it all behind
Run for your life till embraced by the pull
Slowly you decompose into nothing
Back to the waves and roots of your dreams
Time stops, all is moving under one sky





 (Poem written for “Endless Straight” novella)





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