Ill-Tailored

And when mental illness erupts the saving task is to find the straitjacket that fits,

Making for a sole capture of its voices, a sole attendance to the perception of it,

For whenever the chains court restlessness, disturbing fantasies are then fetched,

In their scenarios thieves of identity are looked for and murder might follow,

The crisis being that no straitjacket ever fits, that no enabling identity is found.