Couplet: Give Me (a) Reason

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Sing the cause of the madness

That did hold on to me fast.

What deity did I offend

To make me summers spend

Inventing my own cosmology

And in myself no longer believe.

Was it the ineptitude of reason

That spelled me to a helpless season?

Did a flaw in my genetic constitution

lead to this manic ambulation?

Or did woe-some melancholy

have its black grip on me?

Experts of the mind I did consult

But I was unnerved by the results.

A diagnosis is but a mere category

except when it's also one's identity.

When you're at your best and your worst

then your passion is your curse.

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