He relies on more. More relies on him. / She exists for more. More exists for her.

Only Revolutions, Mark Z. Danielewski


The angles of your wrists
preserve a certain mystery,
unknown by any lips
or written down in history.

To measure their degree
would solve the oldest questions -
providence and alchemy
answered in your gestures.

But god and gold will never rival
the way your fingers curl.
They hold my breath’s arrival
like a rare and undiscovered pearl.

(Untitled Fragment)
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski