swing
the pendulum in our chests
spine to sternum
swing
the throbbing behind our eyes
temple to temple
swing
the blood rushing in our veins
toes to earlobes
swing
the shadows on the cave wall
projections of the real world
swing
the tire on the rope
swing
the hour
swing
the jazz
swing
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Words and Feathers 
Must have been one heck of a hangover! 😉 😀
And I don’t even drink.
Umm, one heck of a withdrawal? 😉
(Tell me when to stop, I usually end up crossing lines…) 🙂
Ha ha ha. No it’s fine. Withdrawal might work here. 😀