My here is everything

(I really cannot recommend reading this - it makes your headache)


Where ere
I sit a’while
I’m
“here”
-
Until I move
To over
“there”
-
But when I’m
“there”
I’m “here” again

Another place
But the same name
-
But what are names
I am not
“there”
-
For where
I place my chair
Is
“here”
-
From where I look
To over
“there”
Is always
“
here”
-
And all things else
Are always
“there”
-
It seems that there
Are lots of
“there”s
-
Places I
May place my chair
-
Some of them
Are far away
So far I need
The night to stay
-
So far from
“here”
I left before
I can no longer see
For sure
-
Then I imagine
Over
“there”
-
From where I sit
“here”
On my chair
-
But that is not
The same to me
As seeing
“there”
While seeing me
-
Although I can
See many
“there”s
I only see a single
“here”
-
And as it moves
Around with me
I think perhaps
What I must see
In fact is what
The world
Must be:
-
Just the bit
I see from
“here”
-
From where I sit
Upon my chair
-
Just the bit
In front of me
-
That changes
-
Simple imagery
-
So does that mean
That all the
“there”s
-
Are really part
Of
“here”
With me
-
For that would mean
Imagined
“there”s
Are nothing more
Than
Memories
-
If then the
“there”s
-
Are
“here”
With me
-
Wherever
“here”
I choose to be
-
Wherever
“here”
May really be
-
My “here”
Is
Everything
-
You see
-
Deception
Called
Reality

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Egal Bohen

Written

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