washed in cascades of incidence|
my gentle cough of crusted creme brulee
cracks a vanilla spider.
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
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