wine, ritual madness and ecstacy. (Wait a
minute, were they doing ecstasy before Christ) ?
And here he is at the breakfast table with a
relentless pounding headache while his
goddess wife slides the newspaper headline
where his plate should’ve been.
Okay. Okay. So, some national headline of
some Affordable Care Act subsidy, expected
to more than double.
From $890 a year to over 1900: rising 115%.
To affect 24 million Americans. Him, the
complicated god of wine; of mortal mother,
twice-born, with a dual nature he could never
figure out.
Having been told many times – you could say
he’d heard it through the ‘grape’vine. I mean,
what was it all to him – this happening now –
2,000 years after his understanding of the world.
And in the wavy reflection of a pan of water, his
forehead became misshapen. Expanding like
a vast flat landscape of rock. Where deep ridges
began to furrow in rows of his forehead.
And he gave a deep sigh, fluttering the white
lace curtains on the window. As he whispered,
‘What does this have to do with me?’
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