He thinks he's exciting and wants to frame his life
to hang on a wall for others to enjoy.
He believes a cubist perspective is necessary
to cram his adventures onto a single canvas,
but wonders if a chiaroscuro rendering
might benefit viewers struggling to understand
the many shadows of his past, drawing him to muse
that an impressionistic moment is more
than most folks can absorb, even from a distance,
whereupon, he concludes that they'll probably pass
right by the picture unless he provides one of those
cozy cottage scenes in the woods with wisps
of smoking funneling up from the chimney,
which would force their gasp at what a charmed life
he's lived, if he actually chooses to frame his story
around an unreal theme, which makes him decide
to pass on the idea, because he hopes he's more than
just a couple dabs of paint jabbed onto a reproduction
that's been authenticated with a scribbled signature.
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