another long day, no time to languish in the weekend spectrum, no time to be, it's time to do. the holy dawn has almost fallen and i'm already driving down the zen freeway, my mind in the fast lane with kate bush turned up high, the pod moves like a blood corpuscle along a empty artery in a beautiful body it can't comprehend. oh look to bridge, the netherworld traversed, oh look to the waters, the dawn of time scattered in light zones, hues of ancient pink and cobalt blue, the sun and the water and the moon. if your a smart reader you  know alchemy at work, it's not as chemical as people think. oh look theres the rest of the human race, zipping here and there on their way to beat the drum. 
i've thought long and hard, pondered the situation i am in. it's so peculiar but then isn't everything i have ever done. my whole vast fucking experience is incomprehensible in terms of logic and reason, it can only be understood in magickal terms of reference, spells i cast all worked despite their glitches and mutations, i perfected the art, the magick flowed, i used it and now it uses me. that's a good relationship, i don't have to do much, just let it all happen
but never have i manifested such a circumstance as this. i have to fall back to first principles, take responsibility. 
the day ends as dark clouds cut across the skies, thunder and lightning, i drive home to beat the hail, the roads are empty again, kate sings, 'gabriel before me, raphael behind me, micheal to my right, urial on my left side, in the circle of fire.'