Revised sonnet #1496
A portrait pure three dee Ill fix exact
On beautiful you from time spin and place
The first and last verse bookend butts a brace
The rhymes and capitals a frame in fact
And from the poker cards I can abstract
The hierarchy in hierarchy its race
Of bolt thread stories swung its grease and grace
Its straight above a straight inside a pact
Youre vain and fawn your face in looking glass
You mug yourself at morning noon and night
In others gazes self youre stamped true mass
Accumulates your moments many slight
I simulate the facial features fine
The sunshine hair insistently divine
Chorus fine delicate subtle