Burst on through to the other side
Burst on parade with a pack of elephants.
The first assistant poked the second assistant.
Feeling so stuck in routine
and need to burst free.
Play solitaire in the dark with unmarked cards.
The first poet tickled the second poet.
In word prison and wanting to scream out —
Burst the silence.
Stumble on doubt and trunks of bad feelings.
The last and the first stood at the head of the line.
Wait. Hope. Burst into bloom.
Burst into light.
Burst open the eggs.
Release the chicks.
You know you want to.
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