The Precise Geometry of His Hand

The Artist said
In the marks we find rhetoric
In the shading we detect truth

Where is the line you draw to draw from me my own diameter?
Butter-licked, cat-scratched, fluid-stung, callus marked
Nails trace tensile tolerations of skin

Once, while explaining the etiquette of lay-bys
You made trees disappear behind your thumb
I never understood the lesson, the imparting of wisdom
Less interesting than the toilet break offered.
Your perception indistinct, out of focus...
I remember still how October revealed the high nests.

Within the talk os satistics,
While inspecting the length of digits,
We uncover suspicions in the topography of palms

The Magician said
In the hiding we often reveal
In the showing we often conceal

You once conjured lint from abdominal scar
Extremities that once hid pennies found fortune
There is much to be said for finger theories.