We borrowed light
from a candle and
stole awe from the moon
to illuminate humility
on the night vanity died.
Self images tossed
on a bonfire of mirrors
burned misconception
from the blind spots of truth.
We raked the ash
of narcissism’s woe
until yes smothered
every regret.
Imperfect rose
on phoenix wings
as we sang in the
newborn tongue
of flaws.
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