I've never been this high before.
The room spins. A dictionary of thoughts unfold.
Sitting in this black chair,
On the way out the door, sitting still
The room spins. I begin to smile.
Animated in thought. Half aware.
Here in this black chair.
My mouth becomes dry.
Half aware. Falling asleep only to wake.
Reiterating a feeling felt long ago.
My mouth becomes dry. Slow to react.
Thirst becomes an ocean.
Reiterating a feeling felt long ago.
I see paradise a far.
Thirst becomes an ocean.
An oasis lost in the desert.
I see paradise a far.
Sitting in this black chair.
Thirst becomes an ocean.
I've never been this high before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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