Big Triku ‘The River’

Gradual hidden

mass scouring rocks – strong sunlight

flashing over black.


The world gently bends around

the silent water, my energy

draining down to the darkness.


Delicate branching

fractals crossing land, pouring

softly to the sea.


Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Swept Away’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Swept Away)

Big Triku ‘Dreamscapism’

In the heavy dark,

fractals flux and scintillate,

vibrating colours.


Time disperses, light floods in,

lands drift past, voices resonate, and

warmth cascades and fills all space.


I float, gently on.

Blackness crumbles in the past,

enveloped in ice.