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
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