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Too Confining
Somewhere far from this body I'm in
is where I'm supposed to be.
This place where I'm living is just
too confining for me.
I want to move like a cloud in the sky
floating endlessly.
I want suspension in mid-air
whenever I want to see
every star that's been born
and every sun-lit morn,
every planet that's out in space
and every friendly place,
every thought-form that comes into being
and watch them all agreeing.
Is that too much for me to ask?
or is it where I've been?
My body here seems too confining,
this body that I'm in.
poem
by
Edwina Reizer
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