that siteth next to the photocopier, but not the one you use often, the other one.
It layeth there, to the right of the small rafia-work made from leadlight and feathers.
Not the rafia-work of a minimalistic nature, no -
a vulgar thing of flutework and hints of that corner with the wallpaper peeling from its inner soul. That type of rafia that cuts your fingers from its sharpened edge, but looks to be all innocence and candy.
See it sparkle so! it glitters from the reflections of the yellow diode with the wires. The blue wires are not as long as the red ones so it curvesdownards, the red being pulled by the blue.
the diode winks and the hew on Its surface winks in reply. Not a good reply, but a general one, one with badges.
There it stays, opposite the piping with the silver sheen and moist u-bends of lint.
Above it, nothing of note, below; a long pole so it may stand upright should it wish to.
Yet it remains out of Reach.
i like it.