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Friday, March 15, 2019

Go Figurata!

Hand Book or My Manualphabet: Verses Embodying a Carmina Figurata 























An artist’s hand impersonates: it’s counterfeiting life. A bachelor’s hand procrastinates: it’s disinclined to wife.
The Christ’s hand grins ‘n’ bears it as Delilah’s hand deceives. An empty hand? It supplicates. A four-in-hand inweaves.
Guidonian hands elaborate Mnemosyne with runes. An hour hand meanders through one's endless afternoons.
Does Israel Hands bear malice? Yes, though Horner’s hand would play, whilst Karloff’s hand dehydrates and your left leads me astray.
A mojo hand infatuates, its victims paralyzed. Napoleon’s hand dissimulates, its hubris well disguised.
An open hand calumniates. A penn’d hand signifies. A Qainchi hand embellishes. A read hand prophesies.
A sever’d hand vituperates, its future’s come to grief. A tether’d hand excruciates, despairing of relief.
An underhand informs against. A vampire’s hand garrote's. A waving hand dismisses. A xanthoma’d hand? All spots.
A yogi’s hand surrenders: its beginning is its end. Then Zeus’s hand cracks down on me, though bidding me, “Transcend!”

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