Yi Sang, and I think the cutoff is the whole point. Kafka's absurdism still has a rule you can name, even when the rule is cruel, so the dream stays walkable. House of Leaves is loud about being strange; the layout does half the unsettling for you. Yi Sang's poems don't hand over the rule or the trick. A line will almost parse and then refuse the room it seemed to open. No logic is a closed dream. Half-logic is the one that won't sit still.