The fuse is about to burn
Energy ignites the frames
The halo around and through
Flares in sea-colour blue

The fable is about to regain
No order is here to endure
Disruption will come through
Final eruption of the icy blue

Hypothermic future
Gate to a new existence
Never to let anyone through
Neither a glimpse nor a view

Earth concealed, never again to be revealed
An evolutionary implosion, summary erosion
Mankind had its chance, no more advance
Diode Earth

The route is about to turn
Failed existence - error
An ending has come through
That summons me and you

Earth concealed, never again to be revealed
An evolutionary implosion, summary erosion
Mankind had its chance, no more advance
Diode Earth

Sitting in the subterranean chamber
Embraced by the vast solitariness
Seclusion congealed by a vision's ember
That speaks the words of science grandness

And light determination in my soul
To unite with Terra and the mysterious
Order that lives on this crude pole
And transmits feelings of the ecstatic and delirious

The Arctic Fever tempers me to explore
The environment and my emotions
I'm an extraterrestrial in this secretive lore
Tested by organism's corrosion

Like the wind is strong
Our relation is equally fragile
Contaminated, and then lost?
(Exposed, and then refined?)
An oganelle and mind reconcile
With the tundra, delta
And every path I've crossed

Surrounded by millions, billions, zillions of species
But sometimes still I feel alone
'Cause microbes carry such neutral faces
Their expressions are trapped in ice and stone

But if I ever leave, I will return
'Cause my blood is heated by the Arctic Fever
My body freezes but my soul burns
So, I'm both transmitter and receiver

For the climate's magnitudes...

Glacial deserts surround this habitat
Where lounges are slaves to the Northern gale
An inaccessible position on an inaccessible plat
Here, even daylight feels immensely pale

My journey took me across the Arctic Ocean
Where lonely horizons are rife
I've told them my heartfelt devotion
"To see the untouched regions of life"

The permafrost is serving as soil
Absorbing the rays from above
Its texture reminds of the stone's toil
To defeat time, to become Jove

Snowfields cover the end, the vertical
And plants in ice-covered water, and their notion
That concentrates organic particles
As a roof that seals the rhythmic motion

Here, photosynthesis can't support life
Still something stirs beneath
Its strength cuts like the sharpest knife
When it travels towards that ceiling underneath

I am an explorer with a pure dream
To find existence in the purest form
A rover that passes the coldest stream
And fight the coldest storm...

In this wasteland mankind has found its curse
The suffocative coldness and the ice storms
Still, I am standing on a frozen universe
A sealed space for unknown life forms

Where centuries of blizzards have paraded
To conceal organisms' survival
From a distant sun this essence invaded
Our world, tender and pervial

A riddle in Cosmo biology
Existence without metabolism and fetor
Crystallized cells that found an analogy
To breed inside a massive isolator

Under the hostile surface, dwelling in the dark
Like a mysterious and unseen ghost
Waiting to consume daylight's spark
And find a suitable host

Imitating the known human guise
A bacterium supernatural
From hidden depths in the multilayered ice
It adapted to a new material

A riddle in Cosmo biology
Existence without metabolism and fetor
Crystallized cells that found an analogy
To breed inside a massive isolator

It was iceolated
Until it gyrated
Around our numb and innermost structure
Until it became our host...

Instrumental.

I've conjured my vision awake
To render excitement to pride
I visit the old for this sake
And credulously follow the guide

A natural thought which I can't omit
Outspoken by the sagacious alp
Leading me upwards to the summit
That the luminary sun scalps

Thousands of obstacles pass my way
Mile-wide rivers and abyss-deep questionings
Within my sense I feel astray
Effected by the human reasoning

The greatest alp is my own perception
Of my skills in relation with the rock
So, the highest summit is the senses' inception
Not a planetesimal or material parrock

At childhood I started to climb manhood
At manhood I climb the future
Progression is the only ladder
Good enough to mount failure

To my awareness I am the same factor
As the blizzard is to the mountainside
A both creative and destructive actor
That carries the circumstances inside

Amongs Alps - my mind is the highest peak.

The polar sun protrudes
Through the frozen wilderness
As the endeavours of the silent wanderer
Summon in vain
Cease to exist as the blood crystallizes
Blending with snow
I am there; I was here - in Nature's fierce trap

The flesh is frozen
Covered by layers of numbling snowflakes
Assail at this square of ice
Amidst the enervating worlds
A dream of endurance torn to pieces
Hollow and in vain
This is my last passage
Through the state of being sane

Equal to nonexistence, drifting away
Untamed courses, swifts astray
To another time, to another bay
To a nonexistence...

At the top of the world, yet in deepest sorrow
The endeavouring character of cruelty and Jove
The brilliance of death, the pursuant of life
Rumbling at this square of my deterioration

The polar moon protrudes
Through the frozen wilderness
I am amonst the pale, frozen haze, like a dream
The light weakens upon the sea of everlast
Yet the horizon is crystal bright
The air cold and light

Equal to nonexistence, drifting away
Untamed courses, swifts astray
To another time, to another bay
To a nonexistence...

Frozen columns spearing the horizon
Gazing throughout the stellar endlessness
Alone at the peak of sole endurance
Under the blue and desolated skies

At the frontier of the icy wasteland
Grid by the urge for a new conquest
A discovery, a spiritual recovery
A moment of profound release

Illumine - the everlasting path
Illumine - the broad horizon

At the polar mesial, the foreland
To unleash, rove and to cease
No way back at the end of this track
Where the sun is my friend, fiend and disease

At the end of the icy wasteland
The last resort, the last deport
Traces beyond the stellar map
Coexistent from here on

Illumine - the noble moments
Illumine - the cause of those

I am here to die...

'We shall stick it out to the end,
but we are getting weaker, of course,
and the end cannot be far.
It seems a pity,
but I do not think I can write more.'

Robert F. Scott 29th March 1912