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Arriving

 

I keep arriving in the present moment

but whoops there it goes again.

Arriving doesn't stay put.

Is it impossible to really arrive in now?

As to that

I've not arrived at a conclusion

 

I am here.

It's somewhere I've arrived at

but orbits and galaxies and all space are moving.

Relatively. Relativity-ly.

So here is gone.

Whoops there it goes again.

Arriving doesn't stay put.

It does seem impossible to really arrive in here.

Though as to that,

I've not arrived at a conclusion.

 

Fatal to feel one has it all sorted,

that one has arrived.

But suppose the fatal feeling

is to feel

that one has arrived at not arriving?

I'm pretty sure I've not arrived.

Nor have I arrived at not arriving.

This may mean that I have arrived

at not arriving at not arriving.

But as to that

I've not arrived at a conclusion.

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 1st Jul 2013 16:19


Dave,


I love this kind of philosophical-ity in a poem, It gives us all a much-needed knock off our complacent certainty.

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Cate Greenlees

Sun 30th Jun 2013 12:52

And I`ve "not arrived at a conclusion" about this poem either Dave but I find it strangely compulsive!
Cate xx

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Laura Taylor

Mon 24th Jun 2013 14:00

:) interesting poem - up my street, if that's where I live ;)

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Isobel

Sun 23rd Jun 2013 18:55

Oh - I don't know whether I'm coming or going with this poem Dave! I guess it all has something to do with perception of time.

You'll have to let me arrive at my own conclusion at a more leisurely pace :)

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Francine

Sun 23rd Jun 2013 18:43

Well, this certainly gives pause for thought!
I believe it makes sense to me that I have arrived at not arriving to arrive ;-)

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