pocket shaped

radionic/tectonic plates. shifting, over lapping, our lives will endlessly overlap. rounded edges spilling over. we were always a shared truth. to know you, to carry parts of you eternally.

in the dream he and i are sitting cross legged on rotating spheres, spinning far out in the blackest sky. i frisbee discs towards him, he catches them, bringing them to his chest as i watch him returning whole. ☤

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protection pouches, made with upcycled leather, filled with serpentine stones and sheep bones foraged from my matrilineal, ancestral homelands of devon and cornwall. many people may never get to return to their indigenous lands. abolish all borders. may all empires burn and may we be free.

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may we never have an empty pocket. may we carry seeds and grain, may we carry keys, shells, sticks and stones, dried flowers, rocks and locks of hair. may we carry matches and sharp knives and may we share.