Mustn’t I?

 I must write,

To render my existence 

into vacuum,

      I must.

The dust of time must cease

  and I must drown my ease.

To perish is my destiny,

          as I must die.

But I must live to be reborn

    To sprout from holes 

      and shut ears,

I must regain my spirit

and bear the worn earth 

          like a clothe

          I disowned.

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