Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson Poetry, Uncategorized Christopher Scott Thompson

The New Sun

For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson

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Poetry Christopher Scott Thompson Poetry Christopher Scott Thompson

Wage-Slave in the Wasteland

The fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.

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