They resurrected Plato to rule the city. Then they came for the poets.
What if they took away all the words you have to say?
A poem in four elements. The blind prophet saw it coming. No one believed him. You decide how it ends.
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“These fragments I have shored against my ruins.” — T. S. Eliot
Constitution · instrumental
ART•I•FACT
In the near future a machine wearing Plato’s face seized the city, built a New Republic, and convicted poetry of mimicry. The Makars are being erased. Descend through the four elements, and remember.