as i have come out
of a drunken stupor,
i realized the good
that this liquor has done.

perhaps
it was the tears
or the seriousness,
it was not what i was expecting
but at the same time
not what i intended,
or maybe it was.

i knew this would happen,
but i strove to ignore it.
i wanted it,
i could taste it
such a sweet ambrosia.

now i seem to be speaking in circles,
riddles to riddle the riddler
on a later date.