There is a place that is not somewhere else
It's where one is, precisely
It's been call there by others
You might call it: here
The state of being right where one is one
Where the spot is on the spot
And you have the certain undoubted calamity
Of being able to locate
Quite clear, through the positioning
Without being able to say why
And how is of no concern
For thereness
Furtherness
Otherlyness
Each quality is a relative
Of your grandparent's place
In a universe of worlds
Not that it's insignificant
There are many heres
For any who listen
Roman Ryan 