omg daily deviation!

[Arete of the Gathering Flowers]

OMG DAILY DEVIATION

OMG DAILY DEVIATION!

OMG I GOT A DAILY DEVIATION!

for one of my less lucid pieces at that
*sniffle sniffle*

theoretical layers by Ellie Dan Kim

and the snowflakes that hide behind our eyes,
as we compress them to close, melting around our hearts,
dampening a too exciting feeling, falling on a cedar tree
from whence we fell, laughing, and I think perhaps
a one-sided heart cracks its own eggs open.

The stones themselves enunciate their praise,
and all, we, tremble to bear upon their steadfastness,
a chivalrous guard against a whiling wind, dead
in a despairing song, tumultuous and contrary
to our living claims, and it is as silent as its name.

I concern over the state of our campfire
as you feed it your life, as it hungers all the while,
as we thirst all the more for the rain to quench
our dirty throats, as we only feel its warmth
as it only takes our own.

and these snowflakes that rest beneath our eyes,
frostily gathered in the corpse of a gaze, understanding
the overstatement of a name that fits as many feet with gloves;
those were the acts that play in the mind's eye,
and quintessential to the tongue, perhaps.

none more experimentally portentous as the past,
none more transient than these thoughts of the future,
and the sound of silence becomes more peaceful now
at every present rest, these elemental bergs converged
on whomever, nobody too.