Revised sonnet #1274
A formula to beauty brave eyes see
Youre fetched to symmetries in any face
Theres nothing natural in moves of grace
They hinge on swinging elbow hip and knee
The camera obscura holds the key
To colour images caught theyre locked in case
Impose upon a canvas commonplace
Inverted back to front inventively
Afraid a photo funnels filch of soul
Youd rather be affirmed as beautiful
In words of mouth old fashioned protocol
To sense of privacy youre dutiful
Yet greatest beautys bit of everyone
A rounding average of all yet none
Chorus everyone iedereen jeder