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How many voices have escaped you until now, the venting furnace, the floorboards underfoot, the steady accusations of the clock numbering the minutes no one will mark. The terrible clarity this moment brings, the useless insight, the unbroken dark.

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Dana Gioia
Age: 73
Born: 1950
Born: December 24
Journalist
Poet
Hawthorne
California
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Clock
Furnaces
Moments
Useless
Escaped
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Accusation
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Mark
Unbroken
Floorboards
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Insight
Furnace

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