Still Life with Pearls Lichtenstein

you can see anything you want to in it's hazy lustre that is the real gift all irritants made good it is so valuable to me like promises placed aside glossed over all too perfect I suppose you/I just got used to it the in-situ grit with the art of necessity made beautiful each piece of wisdom wrapped forgotten about over and over and over until you can string it all together call it a life because work went into it did I tell you I own that representation of beauty? yes, I know how lucky I am...