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
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
-The Ink & Salt Club-