My Favorite Place
By R. Cary
My favorite place cannot be seen, touch, felt
It can only be conceived and unperceived
It cannot be smelled or heard
It can only be conjured and unrealized
As a process of learning and unlearning
What exists in our minds may never end
At times never truly shown
But my favorite place, its ever intangibility
Is my guiding light, my witness of perception
My window not only to this world but the next
How I only truly know I exist
That we exist
My favorite place, my mind's eye
My deliverance of the unknown
I can see it now, I am in it now
And I wonder what this place is called
As I further enter my wonderful imagination
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My Favorite Place
By R. Cary
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