4-18-93 Here it is.

Meager days after a failed experiment, the pen runs again, down down the page, across and over into unknown places of deepest inquiry.  Man o man, never trust one, never.  They just don't hang on the same wire, they're just running on their own rules.  It has nothing to do with me.  I have to keep that clear, have to have it in my forebrain, no mistakes, I can cause myself too much damage.  Everyone else glimpses the ripples on the surface, as the blasting current below tears up the sea floor.

     I entered a bad agreement one day,
     Placing bets upon where my soul could lay,
     In fact, it was quite comfortable in that bed,
     Lo, it rolled me right off, and I lost my head,
     So now I look no more for such place,
     And of that contract I try to leave no trace,
     But the future is questionable, my friend,
     So hedge all bets until you've tasted the end.

An apparition came to the doctor the day before the operation to warn him of the lines he would cross.  After all else failed, the poor doctor flung himself to the wall.