Skeevious Bathology Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

a keystone laid in mostronial
blepharisms...
under the sparkling sideshow
careens
a glubitude of
prosthetic-laden
vermeilings....
it would crumble, collapse...
if
a visible center existed.
the diffusion is complete....
medallions, crazed quiltings
and
superbuttressed e'er-do-wells
are cosseted in blank-eyed shafts....
there is no center....
the well-annealed hinges hold....
the core, of unbreatheable air,
is not a center....
.the subterfuge, the ruse succeeds
as billions strive, seeking to respire.....
those who would
name the names, fling revelations,
and
shout
of trepannings
are silenced.....
there is no center....
there are only those who mimic....
and
the comedians....
with holographic dust under their fingernails