RISK OF THEFT

Thinking the flight
of your unilocular and unidirectional mode;
I helped out
from the jargon of your petit crime
to press the moment alive,
Holding breath
to feel the palpitation inside my chambered heart

Does your air, fly
By the soul;
gaining momentum
after the last cry
Nay to all living form

Thinking the risk of theft
To my urn
I kept my pyre burning
Half alive, half dead;
Inviting ungainly appearance with defiant heart
His monocular vision prime