Sonnet ( II ) By Elcypher

In whose (what) art of men does perfection lie?
Mayhap the glinting upon hewn marbles
Wrought by the blazing kiln in mastered sly.
Or, penguined feather attuned to garble
Uncensored 'motions on the scroll's pages.(?)
Aye! Perchance, a random hue nested on
Canvas to abstract souls in colour (glimpse)shades.
Or, blemish emblems chiselled to surgeon
Man's anatomy in shapes and structures
Nay! Not through brief ray that snapped out the lens
Perhaps,a masked inner entablatures
To render vision but a lurid ruth
 That the darken' ('nd/ing) cloud of folly reigns truth?
Countered was this relief (belief) to prove it bold;
Pure reasonings which none even seem to cleanse (Man of imperfections)
In what (whose) art of men does fairness bid (then) hold?



Last line:
*In what fairness does men of art bid hold?

El cypher