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