The Middle Ground (nine)

I stand in the middle
That's where I am talking from.
I have vision of periphery as I have of centrals
I, in the new point of information,
Led you to believe
That there was meaning
After those well-evolved lies
About a central part...
I
am the exact same, I am like you,
I am the center of perception and of action
Like you secondary...I don't mean less important or something...
But I have evolved lies
From well-evolved truths half uttered
I
In my center of position to
The ones on the periphery though centrals,
As I am
In the center of
Enunciating I said I,
And I worded it here written, can you...
not tell...already...??
I am on the periphery, well alright as far as you are concerned...
In the neutral center of written word
as in the shape of this blog...
or as in your own writing...
Lost boys evolve from centers of depravation as
do girls,
built like Let Zepplin.
In the center of knowledge that is you...
or you head...if you prefer
I said it here first:
Like Let Zepplin
which you heard and remember but what about
the wall of the place of nines? Central, any way
You look at it...
Do you remember it?
It is not
Silence anymore