In the bathing light of the last secondary days we remain alone,
Enshrouded in the sudden dawn of an evening so long,
We hoped for a future never to come lost children of the longed days of the logical abyss,
It all happened so slow barely noticing how fast our hearts opened up were pouring, Drowning in the loose emotionless the paradigm of social pariahs,
The millenary cyberanarchy in us, the wolf archetype, the paranoia, the doppelganger of our deconstructed soul, the nihil we found between the zero-ego and the super ego if we’re only material then the thought, the I will cease with death,
Are we to be ever frighten of Derida principles
Amoralism is it destructive or ideal?
God is soundfull or soundless?
Bathing light why so your dawn why did you remove the thanatos of our dreams…

We are here to be here?