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This brutal light makes you look
so beautiful.
Your features
are more pronounced than I thought
and more tangible.
In this merciless sunshine
I can see that you are detailed
with wrinkles, pores, and blemishes — 
with sparkling surfaces and a spectrum of color.
You end at my feet
and you go on
farther than the eye can see.

Nothing is hidden
in the harsh
quarter-of-a-way-through-the-day
awakening.

Everything is visible,
and everything invisible
is loud.

In this star-brightness,
my eyes 
tell the truth— 
they whisper that
you
are not real,
and I believe them
and I believe that
you are.