Swing into the Wind

Swing into the Wind

I faze in and out,

avoiding conscious thought.

The night wants to lead me there,

but I refuse.

I swing higher

drunk on the wind

and the contents of my stomach

that threaten mutiny at any given moment.

Laughing, I’m caught in the moment,

between heaven and hell.

Directionless.

Not caring

where I end up

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