I have seen all kinds of places
That go beyond
Saying,
The many places in the corners of my mind
Left standing,
The places I thought of
When I was someplace else,
The places that always seem to be
One step ahead of you,
The places that I left behind
On my journeys to the places
I am now,
The last place that I would look for you,
The first thing that comes to mind
When you say this
Could be anyplace.
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Author Notes
This is a free verse piece using elements of minimalism, the repetitions of the word 'place' to create a sense of music in the language. It is also quite surreal, dream like, creating a place in between places, a hope, a memory, an ambition of place. We all started from somewhere, and we are going somewhere else, and on the way, we are someplace else altogether, and yet in a sense we are in all places at the same time, through hope and memory. estory
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