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by Jess
A storm darkens the horizon
like an obsidian shroud
as the shadow in my mind manifests—
dark… darker… Darko.
I’m seeking answers,
but the world is caving in,
blowing past on its way
to a better time
and I
am blowing with it.
 
It’s a mad world
don’t you know,
so take it easy
and take it slow;
follow this rabbit
wherever he goes,
deep into
the darkness below.
 
Travel time
but don’t get caught—
when the world ends, Donnie,
you’ll have won the battle fought.