The Formula

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The formula.
This precious and fragile moment,
Contrived partly through stunning successes
                                                Wrought with great care and design.
But mainly, bent
And twised into being
By meticulous care and design
                                                gone absurdly awry.

Here I stand at this pinnacle
Where all must come together!
Oh, you precarious brink
Of long-delayed and doubted fortunes
Now turned.

Yes!  This is the formula!
Here, in my trembling hand

Where every orchestration
Of every tube and beaker
Must be infinitesimally apportioned —
                                                Carefully!  Quickly!

There is precious little time to spare!  No time
To go back to tenuous beginnings!
From here, all must flow
With utmost precision.

No!  That flask!  It must not tip so much—
Too much—to the left nor to the right!
This is the formula!  And it is running out!
Pouring out!  It is draining out!
Don’t you see?
There is no time!