They amaze me with their Athena thoughts -
full-grown at birth -
while I sit silently, my stereoscopic vision flat.
As they speak, hypnotic images emerge with a three-dimensional power.
I'm overwhelmed.
Then suddenly, a bright jewel shines in my eyes.
A thought is beating in my blood.
I try to grasp it,
but each facet of the small crystal is a singular knife that slices my tongue.
My delivery fails
and I gaze on the backs of Athenian armor.
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