In pursuit of distances
Realising the beats
He ventured a dream
Tagged in honey dwellings
Chores of a dwarf, flying
Kites were entombed in misery
There are many faces
Unknown to daylight
But whispering in the bedtimes
Unknown to the insane memories
His layers are lost
Not in love, but in a dreary past
Reminding a child within no womb
Kindness of pale yellow faces
Families are there
They are surrounded, Ashes are mounted
Celebration of death in bloodless vein
Even so, a watered soil in self
In split windows of tense future
They saw him positioned in reflex
Animated and baked in real
distances, devoid of a final
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