I died last night, curiously

No murder, suicide or ailment took me

I just left body, no explanation

Like indentured servants, I want to be free

Body shackled a trouble-making me

God saw my predicament and off I went

Ocean floor void of sky light, happily inhabited by cosmic beings

Fecund jungles rife with wise creatures

Babies, Lovely Babies

Born in huts with love-struck mothers abound

I saw learned, old gentlemen playing chess

Fathers going fishing with their sons

Giggling mothers and daughters getting pedicures

Dancers dancing with soul, not feet

I flew with the gulls, cranes and geese

Invaded a cumulus cloud for a bit

Sat on pyramid, Everest and good, old Big Ben

I lived in death?

No. I observed and was envious.