This entoptic perspective we are individually bound to
drives me wild,
then feral.
These entotic sounds and whispers arouse.
Your hints and secrets spur.
I wear the stripe of an island.
Heraldry.
An entropic endeavor.
My vizard is my visage.
And with a double V.
VV.
I derive double ewe.
Ewer a W, you.
And, from my mask a
wizard re-enlivens.
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