ear a
theory, trunk
a tear
redacted to a sphere
by trigonometry
back to the wall
to an angle crept
trailing your tail
eye to stare
tooth to bare
nose a rose
to wriggle-waggle
on a tile isle
wee sac of fear
frozen in the light
suddenly last night
bane of the world
where is your lair
if not here?
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