The great oddity
of my diverse past seems now-
inexplicable
study, art, walks, women:
self-worship, self -hate, friends that
meant mints, then vanished
un-worldly visions,
drug-high muse-flights, pure beauty...
crash and torment
magic, disease, love...
each month a new affliction,
each month new sub-verse
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