"This more of your artistic pretentiousness?"
"Yes ... I mean ... this arrangement carries great meaning and inner conflict and tension of design and--"
"It's just something random that caught your eye," Myx said.
"That's one possibility," I said.
"A rock, a leaf, some glass ...."
"And thou!" I said.
"Have you ever really read Omar Khayyam?" Myx asked; and I didn't like the tone.
"Is that who wrote that?"
"Yeah--he's a poet. Hey, Dave? I got a piece of glass in my ass."
"Now, Myx, you're a poet!"

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