Apocalypse of Jude

Paul takes a hypnotised Mae through the courtyard of Margate Sands to the tree which from her youth she has been wedded to as guardian spirit. Now she comes upon it and runs her hands down its oak trunk in a gesture of love, whispering, asking for its mistletoe that grows in the crowned crest above.

Wordless, she begins quietly circling the tree, as Paul, on another’s shoulders scythes the mistletoe from it. He is speaking, but it is distant. Rather she feels her flesh becoming now entwined and one with the spirit nine months ago deposited in her. As the uniting deepens, an abyss of night begins opening up in her mind, allowing her into its cyclonic waste where she knows she must now go to find and bring back the Dionysian spirit into this world. Paul, the needed bough in hand, follows, waiting to embody the returning spirit.

Wasteland Mix: Fragment 78