Monday, 8 May 2017

Late poem by Lars Gustafsson: 'Gränsen'

The boundary

To tell stories is to lie
For whatever you tell
you try and convince them
That an ending exists.
And yet true stories
Never have an ending.
That is what makes them
Give me an ending,
A farthest boundary to the universe,
And if that cannot be offered
a world ingeniously folded in
on itself.
A knot in Hilbert space.

But that it just continues
and will do so for ever
far beyond all horizons,
is unbearable.

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