I once dreamt that God was a jellyfish

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I sit cross legged at the bottom of the ocean

Drinking tea from an invisible cup

I dream that you were God…

I whisper to a passing Jellyfish

I have never been God before, he responds

What are the rules?

You create them

From where?

Your heart I imagine, I say, sipping my tea

But I don’t have a heart, nor have I a head

Perhaps it’s best, often I find the heart is unreasonable

And the head will follow the heart blindly

Then how are the rules fair?

They are not

By The Ink And Salt Club

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