Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

25 April 2020

HOLD












 Holding ones breath, weightlessness lingers as time stops
 Universal drift spirals, harbinger of light and shapes
 Sinking deep into the unknown, multilayered dimensions

 You can leave it all behind, effortless movements through space and time
  The soundtrack of life keeps playing regardless of will or want
 Landing not an option now





Exhale     -     Inhale      -    Hold














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