Because I must

I write because I must
the call of the page to ink casts no worry for my hand
no sentiment for my ache and ailing when it calls
it calls so the poet must answer or attempt to

I write because I must
the window of time will not linger open long
I must put down the skin the art of my notions
and breath life into the ought as the blood dries

I write because I must
the ink and instrument
the censor and the flame
seek to offer repentance of
a soul joyous of sin

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