DARKO

DARKO

don’t Darko me Donny
scare the life out of me
with a ghoulish apparition
from another timeline

give me a guided tour of my death
via clip of found footage

no lullaby me with
a poignant, quite haunting,
lovely temporal loop tale
where I discover
those crazy intersections
that show
my parents and siblings,
the whole gang
are all me

I am thing spread across
at least generations, possibly
generations, aeons,

already
     far into the future
I have visited every star

maybe, as you spell
all this out for me, demanding
I do sacrifice myself
to restore
cosmic integrity

it soon becomes apparent
that I have succumbed
through
    sheer paradox

or, harder still
to absorb,
it will
    bright as day dawn on me
I do not exist, never
existed at all