The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

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And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

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Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

Big Triku ‘Dreamscapism’

In the heavy dark,

fractals flux and scintillate,

vibrating colours.

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Time disperses, light floods in,

lands drift past, voices resonate, and

warmth cascades and fills all space.

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I float, gently on.

Blackness crumbles in the past,

enveloped in ice.

Big Triku: ‘Beyond’

We find we are here

but a few spins round the sun,

divided in days.

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We occasionally think

of our small world arcing on its course

through the massive void of space.

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Mostly we forget.

Our blue and sunlit bubble,

here, our line of sight.