Big Triku ‘My Carriage’

The future need not

be helplessly drawn, as the

past charges ahead.

~

I made these spinning wheels, sped

them with Regret. I set it free, off

in a whinnying canter.

~

Horizons unfold

all round. I turn to look, then

place my first next step.

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.