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 [bad word] for liberation
my last minute should not be marked
by the realization that I never really lived