Third Man Of Antarctica

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.