KICK BACK

In the clouds on melted rocks
sipping slow and swirling
I find myself trying on
old habits like new clothing.
The smallest pieces,
the pieces of nostalgia,
wander aimlessly into thoughts
as dark as night
finding non-answers amidst spirit and ice
until morning breaks and all is back
to the way it should be.

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