a poem called burst

give intensity

breathe it back &

do not stray from this

continuum---

for those who claim that

collectively stable (structured &

decided upon by all those who spend time

deciding) progress,

is something

sanctified,

or that there is something

“holy,”

something

“right”

in marching, staying in line,

coloring within the

borders &

holding it all in,

until that one day when you’ll be able to

let it all

out,

still end up

dead.