Chapter Sixteen
One can’t lose what doesn’t exist.
I hammered in the stake and tied up the cow.
Perhaps I equated the rope to life
with the written words.
There is a hole at the bottom of my heart.
However many words I compressed and hurled out
this mouth of the hole never closes.
One can’t lose what doesn’t exist.
Before my eyes are the clouds of grass.
This too will one day disperse.
That’s all, enough now, I say.
We sucked the unboiled milk of a pure dream.
Clamping the heart we smeared blood.
Flying up into the blue we fell to earth.
The tongue grinds and the ears don’t hear.
One can’t lose what doesn’t exist.
One can’t lose what doesn’t exist.
-Belgi
It somehow happens that I skip all the important historical events: I find myself in completely the wrong place at co
