Out Of Body Thing Poem by maria goodison
Out Of Body Thing
I had a very wired dream that you were here
and that I left my body which I can say was different
in every way.
I left my body to do what body's do best like go about their
daily chores and drag life's little things.
Which doesn't mean much to the soul like make the breakfast and
take the kids to school.
I had a outer body thing which became something yet nothing at
all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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