Frightwig You May Only See Box

in death
is our collective anomie
perfected

for in being alive
at all
we disturb the primal gestalt

if this is not known to you
you are like a photon
trapped eternally between two mirrors

and your master's voice
is the call to deafness
blindness

and antinomianism
for the priest of entropy
is extropy
and extropy

is a drunken policeman
whose diaper is
an amoeba sun bracelet's

jasmine hog-be-flower displacement
cum codex Zegedyne

or

friend glumose numbat go

Tut-tut, or Chur-rr.

Frightwig, your grand campaign
is beaded strand
entering

skein castle stronghold
vibrating aimlessly in

brythic numbersome's
Diophantine Pell; dig:

Whenever the coefficient is not a square
the Pell has an infinity of solutions.