Mark Z. Danielewski Quote

Her. Her. Her. Future breezes imploreme to stay.But I'm no future. I'm no past.Only ever contemporary of this path.I'll sacrifice everythingfor all her seasons give from losing.She, I sighfrom The Mountain top.By her now. My only role. And for that freedom,spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest times,a warning upon the back of every lifethat would by harming Hailey's play, ever waywardaround this vegetative rush of orbit & twine,awaken among these cascading cliffs of bellicose iceme.And my Vengeance.At once.The Justice of my awful lossset free upon this crowded land. An old terrorviolent for the glee ofends.But to those who would tend her, harrowedby such Beauty & Fleeting Presence to do more,my cool cries will kiss their gentle foreheadsand my tears will kiss their tender cheeks,and then if the Love of their Kindness, which onlyKindness ever finds, spills my ear, for a while I mightslip down and play amidst her canopies of gold.Solitude. Hailey's bare feet.And all her patience now assumes.Garland of Spring's Sacred Bloom.By you, ever sixteen, this World's preserved.By you, this World has everything left to lose.And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protectwhat your Joy so dangerously resumes.I'll destroy no Worldso long it keeps turning with flurry & gush,petals & stems bending and lush,and allways our hushes returning anew.Everyone betrays the Dreambut who cares for it? O Hailey no,I could never walk away from you.-Haloes! Haleskarth!Contraband!I can walk awayfrom anything.Everyone lovesthe Dream but I kill it.Bald Eagles soarover me: —Reveille Rebel!I jump free this weel.On fire. Blaze a breeze.I'll devastate the World.\\Samsara! Samarra!Grand!I can walk awayfrom anything.Everyone lovesthe Dream but I kill it.Atlas Mountain Cedars gushover me: —Up Boogaloo!I leap free this spring.On fire. How my hair curls.I'll destroy the World.-Him. Him. Him. Future winds imploringme to stay.But I'm no tomorrow. I'm no yesterday.Only ever contemporary of this way.I will sacrifice everythingfor all his seasons miss of soaring.He, I sighfrom The Mountain top.By him now. My only role. And for that freedom,spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest climes,a warning upon the back of every lifethat would by harming Sam's play, ever waywardaround this animal streak of orbit & wind,awaken among these cataracts of belligerent iceme.And my Justice.At once.The Vengeance of my awful loss setfree upon this crowded land. An old terrorviolent for the delirium ofends.But to those who would protect him, frightenedby such Beauty & Savage Presence to do more,my cool cries will kiss their tender foreheadsand my tears will kiss their gentle cheeks,and then if the Kindness of their Love, which onlyLoving ever binds, spills my ear, for a while I mightslip down and play among his foals so green.My barrenness. Sam's solitude.And all his patience now presumes. Luster of Spring's Sacred Brood.By you, ever sixteen, this World's reserved.By you, this World has everything left to lose.And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protectwhat your Joy so terrifyingly elects.I'll destroy no Worldso long it keeps turning with scurry & blush,fledgling & charms beading with dews,and allways our rush returning renewed.Everyone betrays the Dreambut who cares for it? O Sam no,I could never walk away from you.