Center of Nothing

This is the center of all my work I write one line before and after each line and you will see when you place my lines of other poems in between this is my reality coming undone for this is my center For I am but a fool out to trick myself I am a clown stuck in the middle of something and somewhere wondering what else? This is the key of what i said before and after the reality of my craft and the solutions to all my upcoming endless psycho babble chapters of genies and wishes and batters and pitter patter This is the center I'm spiraling out from a line above and below to read between each piece a true obviousness of limited wonder and laughter moons and hanged men For this is just the middle of everything but it's not really so this is my disguise of a confession