Another in retrospect

A lazy entrance ensembles,
Standing stout, enigmatic and full of freckles
A complete paradox, a living spectacle
But it's every moment accounted, a day at a time, maybe in this while he'll get a maritime
A new shrine to get well in time

So the scene erupts, anarchy in disguise,
Spending all his guts studying real guise,
The beauty of words and drawing in tides,
If only modesty paid in swipes
Maybe he'd be far but he's stuck in a pile
A pile of fabric and real life issues, agile

He walks into the flames brave
A jack of all trades
If only karma could heed
He was more than he could need
Only destiny wrongly placed him in this fete
All in time

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