Royaume sans nom

Give the alert
Open up the area
Walk towards the enclave at the heart of the forest

A nameless kingdom
A kingdom which knows itself as it recognizes itself
A kingdom where kings are not those you believe to be

To give yourself to a certitude : to gather up and to leave Meeting up
To stop for a time your lonely walk
And to join the crowd of the unknown kingdom

Gathering up the numberless crowd, the pilgrims of the moving stars
To fly around the citadels
To translate a drunken exhilaration to those who would be suspicious

To rise up without a revolution
To draw a pact with time to have nothing last
To allow yourself to explore the possible
To leave these places without giving them up
A nameless kingdom
A kingdom which knows itself as it recognizes itself
A kingdom where kings are not those you believe to be

Nothing written in advance
No point eternal
Apart from the memory of an epic written down
The vagrants are setting up their autonomous camp
This is not a manifest anymore.

Anonyme

34x48cm, oil on wood
Ghost Sickness, 2019: 34x48cm, oil on wood