Wednesday, October 25, 2017

In The Outer Reaches

It's no game to play
to call down the dark matter,
the dark energy
that passes through us.

To call on frigid forces
from the frozen fields
of some Saturn's moon
to bury the lambent world
in rocky boulders
of forever's ice
is not a game, not at all.
Never call by name.

‎August ‎11, ‎2011 9:46 AM

An unusual word appears in this poem. No one uses it very often. So... here ya go...
"lambent world" = "world of flickering soft and radiant light"

adjective - literary
(of light or fire) glowing, gleaming, or flickering with a soft radiance.
"the magical, lambent light of the north"
synonyms: flickering, fluttering, incandescent, twinkling, dancing, radiant, brilliant
"the lambent light from a distant campfire"

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