what urge me to do right?the emptiness – the conciousness of living inthe void of the feral muting against the vacant – coldvoid – the incensed endeavour torescing the fact of vacuty to be doomedneverthless – my imagination – just symbols orrepressed desires? – vision of adoration anddeath? – and the disillusion of living ina world that has to be rescued – an agethat is sainted to mental decline andmy incapability to struggle for liberationmy last minute should not be marked