Again I Find Myself In This Narrow Chamber    And My Kettle Simmers With The Same Old Brew    Now Turning Sour       There Must Be More To This Than Chemistry    As My Soul Burns With Fever       Instinctively I Do Repeat The Simple Formula    "Solve Et Coagula"       He Stands To Face His Fate Alone    Who Will Not Be Content With Stone       Some Distant Glimmers Used To Lessen My Despair    Since Then This Darkened Cell Has Lost Its Charm    Now I Seek A Lightning's Glare       "Grips Thee, Thou Superman! Where Is The Soul Elated?    Where Is The Breast That In Its Self A World Created" -M       "Why Grinnest Thou At Me, Thou Hollow Skull?    Save That Thy Brain, Confused Like Mine, Once Sought Bright Day    And In The Sombre Twilight Dull,    With Lust For Truth, Went Wretchedly Astray?" –F