nAgain I Find Myself In This Narrow Chamber nAnd My Kettle Simmers With The Same Old Brew nNow Turning Sour nnThere Must Be More To This Than Chemistry nAs My Soul Burns With Fever nnInstinctively I Do Repeat The Simple Formula nSolve Et Coagula nnHe Stands To Face His Fate Alone nWho Will Not Be Content With Stone nnSome Distant Glimmers Used To Lessen My Despair nSince Then This Darkened Cell Has Lost Its Charm nNow I Seek A Lightning's Glare nnGrips Thee, Thou Superman! Where Is The Soul Elated? nWhere Is The Breast That In Its Self A World Created -M nnWhy Grinnest Thou At Me, Thou Hollow Skull? nSave That Thy Brain, Confused Like Mine, Once Sought Bright Day nAnd In The Sombre Twilight Dull, nWith Lust For Truth, Went Wretchedly Astray? –Fn