It was the only thing left in the now empty room A room devoid of colour, or even a window The only source of light a single hanging globe And that was so dim as to be almost negligible
It sat there, like a giant ogre hunkering down Staring, glaring, menacingly silent One could be led to believe it was foreshadowing doom And yet … there was also something benign about it
All around there was a hum as if a million bees And the walls and ground vibrated to an unheard beat Orchestrated by a mad celestial being Constantly changing in intensity and rhythm
Slowly it rose to it’s full height And with great effort shuffled towards me It seemed like an eternity for the realisation to sink in I was staring at myself
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