Swan Of Human Hope © Surazeus 2026 08 01 Spirit slender as the violin bow, Artella leaps beyond bounds of despair to laugh with pleasure in the face of death whose shadow looms over crowded Earth, then lands with graceful clumsiness of faith as the awestruck audience holds their breath. Staring at her face in mirror of time, Artella wipes cosmetics off her skin with frantic calm of humble bitterness, then grins to see the passion-wrinkled face of her grandmother, still alive in her, then washes it away with apathy. Sipping wine with compassionate disdain, Artella glances around dark cafe, crowded with people laughing with delight, whose faces waver in swirls of green smoke, then savors feeling of intense respect for every wretched human in earth-grasp. Heart flapping hawk wings of mute pulchritude, Artella writhes with gossamer ennui as Star-Eyed Demon plays wild saxophone, till she transforms into soft languid cat who floats on liquid swirls of frantic notes that spiral ribbons in her silver eyes. Mind stretched more rubber-taut than thunder clouds, Artella wanders onyx streets of fate that glitter shards of unperfected skill from cafe pulsing with electric souls to dark apartment buzzing with contempt, then lies still clothed on floating couch of love. Observing play of lamp beams on the wall, Artella ponders meaning of this life, preserved in holy creed of spirit flight, as mission to transcend bounds of this world with hopeless wings from earth-grasp of desire so she becomes mute angel of the moon. Startled awake from dream of timeless flight, Artella eats fried egg on toast with juice, rides bus to theater of wingless angels, and practices ballet from dawn to dusk, preparing to play Swan of Tuonela who seeks to fly free from earth-grasp of greed. Spirit slender as the violin bow, Artella leaps on passion of her heart at most dramatic moment of the show to represent the swan of human hope, but falters as she reaches for the moon and tumbles forward so she breaks her neck.
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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Saturday, August 1, 2026
Swan Of Human Hope
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Orpheus cradles Artella in gentle arms as she gasps in pain, then hums sweet tune of joy to soothe her heart as she sinks into nothingness of death.
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