washed in cascades of incidence by wylde . my gentle cough of crusted creme brulee cracks a vanilla spider. sideways. slideways. forward a re-wind of undaunted minds webs just spinnakers to set sticky sails by. hollow pores crucified, crying to floors - knocks emptying shudderdoors serrated claws shiver nonchalance mantis fingers woven to pray to headless thumbs entombed washed in cascades of incidence . Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 26-Nov-2010