The first step is to know what there is
This is the easy part
Certain devices tabulate such information
Much harder is the composition of here
As any mystic will tell you

The comfort the blindness of familiarity
Dishes toys auto parts
The grinding conflict of dysfunctional relationships
Work work work work work work work
The momentary solace of getting a little tipsy

The dancer is very strong with there
Having placed here under control
In the service of there
So too the reaper
Looking ahead to the next swath

But alas poor poet
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon
The same out yonder as nearby
Though storms may lash the ships
Theoretical storms matching their taxa

While here who can comprehend
Religion politics economy the arts
Oh dread the didactic finish unaimed for
Glory be
To the past the present and to the future