"Apocalypse 31' haiku set

The great oddity
of my diverse past seems now-
inexplicable

study, art, walks, women:
self-worship, self-hate, friends that
meant mints, then vanished

unworldly visions,
drug-high muse-flights, pure beauty...
crash, seethe, and torment

magic, disease, love...
each month a new affliction,
each month new sub-verse