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228 gArnet poems Threshold We got into the room and the room No longer wanted us. All those dreams Of arriving suddenly emptied; The room being all it knows Of itself, and how we built the room. What was longing was enough. Inside: the lamp On the table, cut flowers, done. Nothing more for us to arrange; you and I standing With no place else to go. Caught face to face Until the blink. This, the beginning Of what the room did. Let the room become The reason. Let it all be reason, save how Our eyes move between us, string of Each end held by the other, taut, quivering. ...

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