Besedila: Caliban. De Rebus Que Greunter.

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