Third Man Of Antarctica
© Surazeus
2026 05 25

Each time I turn around, and turn around,
to ask the Third Man, wrapped in long brown mantle,
why he walks beside us on the White Road,
he seems to vanish in the swirling mist,
so I continue on my bitter quest
while he remains in shadow of my heart.

Weird spiders in dark garden of my heart
conceal the prize of aeronautic truth
that urges my adventure to explore
beyond the insulating walls of faith
unworldly landscape of Antarctica
where the Third Man rules as blind emperor.

If I infiltrate valleys of black snow
to find ovarian ghost of pregnant faith
twisting rainbow beams in radar roulette,
my heart may hum with quantum innocence
each time the Third Man gives me puzzling fruit
that readjusts my frame of reference.

When bones of dragons with enormous minds
are found concealed in sleek Antarctic ice,
my heart may spring from cracked stone of the moon
to misalign routine of secret hope
that soon the Third Man will unwrite our dreams
at sudden transfer no one dares accept.

Crushed by assertive bitterness of ice,
our wood ship, named Endurance with bold faith,
splinters into fragments of bleak despair,
and leaves us stranded on Antarctic plain
where the Third Man guides our wind-battered way
across the jagged mountains of desire.

Time past appears in cycles of regret
that traps us in time present about fate
with endless blast of wind against the mask
that shields my soul with fragile faith in death
who appears as the Third Man in dark hood
we choose to think is Angel of the Lord.

Abundant flash of stellar avatars,
who seek asylum in false paradise,
attend solemn service of architects
commissioned to build palace of grand halls
on storm-sculpted plain of Antarctica
where the Third Man waits for us to return.

I see the Third Man of Antarctica
appear in flash of vast angelic wings
above my head in swirling clouds of change,
so I reach out my hands with eager faith
when Phoebus Christ descends from empty sky
to beam his spirit in my wounded heart.

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Orpheus walks beside Ernest Shackleton as he trudges with his companions across the endless icy mountains of Antarctica.

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