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for Raine

because your off-key off-beat offsets

the eighth rests demarcate mind the gap and next stop please because your calluses are legend

in the map that is your palm that is

our palms are a chalice and i can never be half empty because there is some constant some

speck of constellation of comet dust integral

we know nothing conditional; this love outlasts our limbs this limb is etching a boundary so far

the gods break a sweat you can’t name gods so you sketch fourier squares

 and series and something tells me 

 you will find                   someone 

                     always a way back

—Elizabeth Shvarts

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