Dinosaurs doing taxes

The whole world of value
A star bursting with juicy
Arms stretched reaching
Its limit in a sacrifice
Triggered by the memory
Of faith, the lingering
Notes of a friendship song,
Dying so another can see
A light and feel
Everything we draw out
Is born from a spark.
A death folding in on itself
And sprinting forward.
Look at me, extravagant love,
You flower,
And run home.
Let the dinosaurs do taxes
And cross check statements.
Then, come home.
Hands forward,
Not in a prayer’s pose,
Spread wide
In a dancer’s embrace.
Jumping like a fool,


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