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A HUMAN IS CRYING The dog is dreaming under the piano asleep across its foot pedals. The clock announces the seconds in a loud hear ye hear ye town cryer's voice. A bumble bee is arguing furiously with the glass of a cracked window pane. Time is defeated. A human is crying. Time is different for the clock, the bee and the crying human. Time ceases to exist lost in his grief. His brother is dead. Somewhere in the journey around the sun he has left the planet. Earth continues on without him. He sees his brother everywhere. Strangers wear his face. Walk with his gait. He almost expects to hear his voice in the dark at the turn of the stairs. He sees him many times in many mirrors. Or in the back of a spoon. His face trapped in a cobweb. It always appears as if...as if he has just left the room and will be back any second now but: he isn't. . . The dog is still asleep under the piano. The clock has run out of time. The silence is terrifying. The bee it seems is dozing on the window ledge. The human is crying.
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Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
A HUMAN IS CRYING
A HUMAN IS CRYING The dog is dreaming under the piano asleep across its foot pedals. The clock announces the seconds in a loud hear ye hear ye town cryer's voice. A bumble bee is arguing furiously with the glass of a cracked window pane. Time is defeated. A human is crying. Time is different for the clock, the bee and the crying human. Time ceases to exist lost in his grief. His brother is dead. Somewhere in the journey around the sun he has left the planet. Earth continues on without him. He sees his brother everywhere. Strangers wear his face. Walk with his gait. He almost expects to hear his voice in the dark at the turn of the stairs. He sees him many times in many mirrors. Or in the back of a spoon. His face trapped in a cobweb. It always appears as if...as if he has just left the room and will be back any second now but: he isn't. . . The dog is still asleep under the piano. The clock has run out of time. The silence is terrifying. The bee it seems is dozing on the window ledge. The human is crying.
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Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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