Pock-ets

Pock-ets are the small, self enclosed spaces- psychic, physical. And pock-etry, the act of anti-creation, reve-lations of the 'not so happening'. Envelopes here are never fully sealed, the cold breath of sentiment, seeps out, undetermined and unaware. And yet... pock-ets are always constructed from the finest invisible threads, somehow though, they are always pulled together a little too soon, unfinished and laying open they are notably incapable of containment. Their unseamed gaps expose what was initially kept concealed, so that these pouches may only ever be deemed unfunctionable. With each pock-et regulating its own pool, comings and goings leave small traces of the things that might not be seen. But no, not a marble will fully escape without some embroidered emblem of potential potentiality. Accommodating as they are, their smaller than life capacity and seamingly well constricted allowance may only last a short while. Binded unprofessionally in silent un-surveyed protest, they will inevitably unfold, unstitch or come loose.