Manifeste n°36

Manifesto 36

Burdened by the cross, carried away by the flood, my insomnia returned. In apnea, I can see myself diving back in order to forget the terrifying truth that kills. I would like for my eyes to become cracked, for the sunbeams to arm only but the Emperor’s stained glass. Whatever happens to the wind rose, I gaze at this burning world. Weary of seeing that abandoned decor, that no longer hides the poacher’s humiliated pain, that begs the consummated church candle. I

leave in order to reignite the deafening sparkle that crawls in this crushing distress. Misery is incapable of forgetting for no mask shall mislead the raven’s message. Shield on the ground, I shall pick up my hands, transform these lugubrious screams and rewrite a new song. In the firmament the pendulum spins and stuns itself by blowing suffering wheezes.

For he has lost all of his points of landmarks and that no dawn shan’t ever revive his light back. For bitterness has overly rocked his nights, that the poison has eaten his entrails and that the only resounding sound shall be the one from his chains beating the floor.

CAR ACT AIR