Stone Rollin' Poem by Kewayne Wadley

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