Once upon a time


Once, upon an intoxicating night

I became lucidly aware

of, what I can only describe,

as pure light

emanating

from true friendship.

It is flawed and refined.

Polished and in

so-so condition.

It is true and real:

rocky, changing,

and endless.

Privy to this knowledge

that real relationships

are not

perfect,

they just are what

they are

imperfect perfection.

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