It’s uncertain,
but years from now,
perhaps even centuries
from this background,
opaque eyes will view
a lifetime in pigment.
An arm outstretched
with laden paintbrush,
a pallette
ready to convey
through two dimensions
one perspective,
myself,
but not as others
knew beauty.
Peer into the painting
and you’ll notice
the mind’s eye
that guided,
the fingers
that form laid upon.
