We'll post the second in a fortnight but, for now, here's...
by Ian Watson
The portal to elsewhere: a dazzling ravening eldritch blue radiance
destabilising his mind along with his vision,
He'd read of that type of terrible light in stories about explorers
of the Unknown, such as himself, encountering
He announces: "Actinic light ahead!" His smartsuit consults its sensors
and its vocabulary, which are in conflict—
for actinic is the kiss
Of sunshine upon the petals of a daisy, the bronzing beach caress;
but by default a human being is always
A smartsuit lacks the perceptions and insights of Homo sap.
So it´s actinic, that light. React accordingly! Protect!
Adjust suit as required.
Factor 40, to be on the safe side. He isn't camera film, nor photosynthetic,
but he might get sunburned, or sneeze.
Protected, he advances; encounters hellfire energies;
briefly dances as fluids begin to boil;
jiggles, joggles, splat.