Clairvoyance in a Hangover

In the shadows of thick liquor we find cover but rarely do we discover,
Beauty will be more apparent and heaven sent,
The inhibitions have been lifted and our minds soar through the lore,
All skin deep as the booze seeps through our souls and pours into porous holes.
The beauty is not present, rather pre-sent from liquor's pretense,
Our minds are reeling from the feeling, but 'tis not pure nor lonely's cure.
Yet we continue.

The haze has left your gaze in question during this painful session,
My head aches for fuck's sakes, and my heart's head tilt lets your image wilt.
Are you the one as they say or is that a funny saying anyway.
I dismiss your submissiveness, hopefully you forget notions of on one knee.
If I put down the bottle and let go of the throttle would we find the answer if it was her?
My sights through a funnel and light through the tunnel?
A possible end to all blights, an impossible cry as Jameson still my friend tonight.
I continue.

Inner reflection casts a grim detection laden with self criticism and shelved pessimism,
I cannot continue if my sonnet's to find you,
Booze is only part to blame, but fools have only shame
if not sought squeaky wheels are fixed, the wrong cheeky faults lay in digs.

This cannot continue, previous feelings aside,
I'm worse if not you, grant me the lenient fortune to stay in my stride.

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