Imagine what my brain feels like. I don't even know what a fons et origo is.
I just brought up the letter thing because I was halfway through a poem I was writing before I realized it wouldn't work, so I thought I'd spare others the same fate.
Anyway, here's all I've eked out so far. It needs work (and by "work" I mean "throwing out"):
Why Not Now?
Will you ever
Have the time?
You are never
Near and I'm
On my knees
To beg you please
Not to squeeze
Out of your vow.
Why not now?
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