Been absent for a while. I'd like to say I've been thinking some great thoughts. The kind which shape the universe but no. No such greatness. I feel subdued, beneath the surface and quit still. There is of course the noise of it all, a constant in the background. Those grinding circles heaving with laboured monotony their saw blade teeth slicing into solid ground concentric rings. The earth letting up steam as rain mingles with heat from working machines; the intolerable sound of milling lays thick on stagnant air as nostrils fill with diesel and carborundum. Wheels crawl, inch by inch across mud and grass chewing the earth in their wake, leaving behind mechanical sigils. Reading earth like palm of hand for sacred prophecy and hallowed truths of things to come, my feet sink slowly down into the mud. Trapped in its quicksand qualities gantries darken the overhanging sky. Thick chains suspended from rusted frame enclose around me beating head and neck but I do not feel, I hear the sound of metal assaulting flesh until earth runs red and I fall into unconsciousness.

I awake on a different plane. The earth still verdant this is not grass, this is not a field but green dust. I lay face down in the soft cushion that broke my fall. Eye blind from this strange sand, raising my head I find I have the awakening of second sight and I can still see. Concentric gold rings without number surround me as I lay in the centre the hub of this bizarre wheel.

Satanic circles grind their way forward from memory. I want to lay naked within the pentacle a sacrifice for the demon that takes my body and soul from this world. Without physical limitation the vision takes on a frightening physicality of its own. The air filled with the offertory fumes strangling the throat as I breathe sweat and semen. With exacting accuracy of purpose, I take the demonic duality locked horns and hooves entwined. The face of the demon burning its way through flesh imprinted for life into manic obsession.

Music plays far from the distance; I have never heard music in dreams before. The rise and fall matches my breath, hypnotising my senses into submission. There will be no tomorrow for me, I cannot leave this place and if for one second, I think I can it kills my heart. This world belongs and as finite as it may seem it is all I have. Still I breed contempt as I watch movement by the clock, this timeless reality ruined by my mind as it grasps control of the waking world.