flying ones,
zip in clipped arcs.
chasing each other
on the humid air,
they form a ragged sphere
rolling in space,
parting and coalescing
around interlopers.
while grounded cousins
skitter over the
tile – back
and sideways-
and rush into
crevices when light
floods the room
then wait -huddled-
molting in the darkness.
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Taps and Ratamacues 
chasing each other
on the humid air,
they form a ragged sphere
rolling in space,
parting and coalescing
around interlopers.
This reads like such a vivid sketch.
Thanks for your comment, and for visiting my blog. I hoped that the image of the gnats would be visible in the words.