It may not be god everywhere.

It may not be god everywhere.
She may be here or over there;
or maybe, with special particular,
she may mostly always be here or nowhere.
She lives, smiles, deep and dank, in our There.
Physics does not yet allow us a were, or no, or there.
Still, it is nowhere or a mere bluish glimmer of somewhere.
You and I will dance and twirl there, and touch cheeks there.
We will smile, kiss, and always grin love with tippytoes there.