A Poem About Watching Clouds

Just some more rushed stuff.
I had the idea probably about a minute before I started writing.
Not sure if jumping into this so quickly was a good idea or not, but, well, I did, so yeah.

I hope you enjoy.

Among the grass I rest my head
In the field is where I lie
My sight falls on the sky above
Watching shapes shift and move

The shapes drift fast and slow
They seem formless and distinct
From them comes a sense of calm
And aimlessness I can embrace

From below I drift with the shapes
I flow among them upon air currents
Like them I become formless
And shift shape as I move

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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