A Poem About Shapes Moving Across the Sky

Just a quick and rough one.
I like the imagery of this as well as the lack of knowing.
Well, the idea of not knowing what something is or why it is doing what it is doing.
I think I could’ve done a better job in getting that across.

I hope you enjoy.

Slowly moving and seemingly formless
They slither across a reddening sky
In ways that seem quite alien

They lengthen and compress
And still move smoothly
As though they move on two separate planes

They finally take shape
And they continue moving
Sailing on no air currents

Soon they stop moving
They sit far above
And cast darker shadows below

Before the sun finishes setting
The objects rapidly disintegrate
Their nothingness leaves behind their shadows

The shadows remain
At least for a while longer
By morning they are gone

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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