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Awakened to the brightest dawn
A contrasted world of silhouette
No shadows in this blazing scene
Starker views awaiting yet.

Blinding as this brilliance is
Clinical is its flare
Every murky detail missed
Naked in its flare.

Confessions revealed to this blinded soul
Admissions of forsaken fact
Delineated truths once rejected
Broadcasted without tact.

Apprehensively waiting out the dawn
Praying for shadows in which to hide
The facts, the truths, the overt thoughts
belying a dream that had long since died

In the fading of the brightest dawn
As shadows begin to grow
Religiously the veil is drawn
To conceal the afterglow