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.
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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
Stupidity Hole 