Locality,
Some say here, some say there
I am where I know I am
So some see me
And they understand where I am
But do they not? And I am somewhere else
In eyes of places where I see that they see that I am inside or outside or elsewhere
(Possibly in between)
Rushed, out the door, in the house, translated up, down, let, right,
Rotated counterclockwise spun around in circles like a flower in the wind
Pick me, you will see me flutter and fly, possibly attract pollinators long after death
The spores they spread on the wind
Still, who knows where I am?
Distributed sharing, distributed knowledge
I don’t know where my atoms exist anymore
So in sum, perhaps, it doesn’t really matter either way
That either of us, you or me, know where we either of us, you or me, be
But it is a nice locator, when on a path, when directed to stay on the path,
To know that your corpus is physical and, yes, it stands something something tall, with wingspan or such and so
Capable of grasping at straws in this the garden where perhaps you lie down, contrary to myself
And I see where you are
But your eyes are closed
So then who knows where?
I am at the front entrance
You are somewhere in the garden
We know where we are
It is important for fire hazards and dangerous times
But those do not happen when we are so prepared with our art
The engineers had this in motion long ago
So it stands, that two fields make a sum of notion to think that somewhere, in art or engineering, places are localized instead of delocalized
Put pedantically
But that to be disperse is neither a sin nor crime
So wanton, so many think it be “crazy” and stigmatize the “fools”
Ironic, how they see mirrors in the pond and don’t bother to lap the water with their fingers
Gently put down, the fish sink to the bottom, and portend the death of outsiders
Who also, geographically speaking, show data coordinates on the GPS system
So, too, us, without technology, exist in place, and some say I am here while you are there
So is it important?
Well, I think place may be
May be some sort of understanding, too, knowledge, fact and tact
To stay above ground but underwater, floating freely
Some standards instill numbers on people and nothing wrong with that but that the numbers are corrupt, so the only issue would be to be in the wrong place
At the time that someone says, “Out!” and we leave
So no longer in place, but out of it, and existing in void or nullness
Argumentative topics further down, but now, yes, it is important to know that
I am here
And I think out of love, perhaps others will know too
