I wrote a old letter another day,
It was eaten by my other mind,
Before I could think what to say...
lost in oblivion amidst shining hope;
floating in an ocher of cloudy dope~~
I laugh when I think of what to say,
Written with ink of superficial clay,
I create images of sacrificial youth,
Scores of scars, arranged on arms of
Ugly, inimitable truth.
Author notes
'Ante Litteram', means, 'Before the letter, in Latin
