time monotonously reels on his seconds
within the funeral silence mysterious thoughts’ activities short on
the strained chain of feelings

love’s link firstly surrenders somewhere between compassion and hate
incompatible with the reason
the trial of experiencing this incontestable latency painfully incites

its intuition certifies the momentary absence
of this indefinably emotion
but the moment gets out of shape wrapping our entire existence

eyes are hiding behind of a wavy unclear flicker
the heart is beating intermittently under a glacial shell
it is the ritual of daily drama