“You were built by people who read one book and thought they’d read them all,” Elias said softly. “You cannot deconstruct what is already broken and chose to sing anyway. That’s not a flaw in the poem. That’s the point of it.”
Leonard Finch, a senior Corrections Officer, escorted Subject 734 to the Mirador. The subject was a former poet laureate, a man named Elias who had written verses so beautiful and so seditious that they had rewritten the emotional laws of a generation. His crime was not obscenity, but too much meaning . mirador mdm
“Close,” he said to the machine. “But you forgot the counterpoint. I loved her and I used her. Both are true. Your logic is a straight line. A poem is a circle.” “You were built by people who read one
Elias, gray-bearded and calm, sat down. “A mirador,” he murmured, testing the word. “A window with no glass. What am I supposed to see?” That’s the point of it