Negotiating Water

once upon a time there was a handsome dude made water into wine and then walked upon it a sorcerer diviner hero and likeable companion washed sore feet and sins in anterograde fashion but just the same a clairvoyant and story teller well now he never put pen to paper by himself employed a ghost writer if you excuse the pun of spiritual scripture folklore and page turning tables as well for he was an angry young man while temples trembled and the earth quaked he exposed fault lines and kept undying resolve a faithful escape artist too strong for the stone of bigoted wisdom that could not keep him in the post-mortal cave for he was undeterred by the boulder and stepped out of the shadows dusted off doubt incriminations and infusions of hatred but he was rather delirious in his quest thus shrugged at dehydration blood loss and pain which in itself was a psychedelic accomplishment so hallucinogenic that God surely spiked his drink post-traumatically depressed but decreed not manic by a panel of rebellious psychologists he was abused for all kinds of madness dogma and malevolent causes disabled by ungrateful inhumanity and its purveyors but wheels refused to come of his mental wheelchair mankind fell off the wagon so hard that it lost out drunk on power uncivilised battle collateral damage so that abomination and ill will became the new norm they called his getaway from the cavern balderdash advised taking his pills and get on with reality and demise later witches and wizards claimed pagan origins felled spruce trees but society used them for stakes stacked the odds against them drowned their voices until someone had the idea of Santa and reindeers to satisfy greedy expectations of gifts down the stack fire places all over the globe mocked the great tale gathered ashes through history arson and weapons and they conferred at the mantel piece to gather peace we need water they shouted to extinguish false flames but the smoke jumpers were too busy directing traffic how we wish that not all water had been fermented by grapes of fomenting wrath that surfing or tsunami created paradise on the planet instead of drought but the heated exchange about provenance and solutions has brought no peace and not just the turkey tastes dry 25th December 2020