Vanishing Mist Of Avalon © Surazeus 2026 01 21 She says she cannot catch the falling snow with soft voice hiding how she must not feel, and stares around at people in the park who walk together in close family groups, then peers at the green sun behind gold clouds which seems to understand without fake words. She strolls with awkward nonchalance of hope that something miraculous may occur while kicking piles of autumn leaves that swirl in sudden gust of wind from kingdom come that makes her cackle with unexplained love, but hides her mouth and hopes that no one saw. She steps sideways just off the cement path when seven boys race past her on sleek bikes then finds buds on bare twigs most interesting when the bright couple with tightly linked arms stroll by while laughing flirtatiously calm, then she watches them clandestinely sad. She thinks about the time her father cried when her mother was in the hospital sick with some strange fancy-named disease, but he ignored her when she came back home, drinking beer as he watched basketball games while she painted landscapes that no one bought. She spots tall man with glasses in tweed suit and hair tousled wistfully on his face as he reads some thick leather book that seems to contain secret knowledge about life that might explain how people grow in love to sweetly populate the universe. She wanders toward him under the ash tree with hope to gain knowledge about star runes, and tactfully bumps into his right arm, then catches the book as it falls with wings before his heart can fly into the sky, then blushes as she gives it back to him. She smiles at faceless ghost of everywhere as he mumbles thanks and continues on so she sighs sad as Lady of Shallot who pines in glass tower for Lancelot, though all knights in shining armor have gone into vanishing mist of Avalon. She stares at mirror-demon of her soul, her alter ago who appears from gloom to mock her fantasy with grim insults, so she returns home and lies in warm bed while singing heart-aching tunes of lost love which causes lightning flash to crack the world.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, January 21, 2026
Vanishing Mist Of Avalon
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Orpheus searches everywhere in the world for Eurydice, but sits at last beside mountain lake where he sees her attempt to flirt with Apollo.
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