De Rebus Que Gerunter

what urge me to do right?

the emptiness - the conciousness of living in

the void of the feral muting against the vacant - cold

void - the incensed endeavour to

rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed

neverthless - my imagination - just symbols or

repressed desires? - vision of adoration and

death? - and the disillusion of living in

a world that has to be rescued - an age

that is sainted to mental decline and

my incapability to struggle for liberation

my last minute should not be marked

by the realization that I never really lived