The Space And Time Of A Man Alone Poem by Scythian Linn

I speak of a man a beauty of a man..
He would be Beautiful in all his elements
His loving eyes...His soft glowing body And long fiery hair... A beauty Yes!
But Beauty is not a mouth lusting, or a carnal need tempting you, Beauty is an ecstacy, a heart enflamed, a soul forever in flight
I speak of a man who's beauty would exceed all that is external, all that is earthly...This man carrys himself wisely, completly aware of his surroundings
He moves within his passion, and lives
peacefully within his own reason

Souring through life searching for his
awakening

He has this hard grace about him that unknowingly speaks leagues for him, and when he does speak its prophetic, and he becomes something ive never known