This is one of those poems that makes my heart beat with fear of the unknown. I felt an awe for the unknown and felt humbled inside. I think everyone has had this "stripped away" feeling. the end of the poem leaves my in the cyclone with no way out of the vacuum. The reader "I" then begin to understand two things: 1) I am nothing 2) The way out is bigger than me.
As for reading, the centered version is easier to read and the hand form takes me for a trip that is worth it. Once again. I'm glad you posted the poem twice as it does need a second reading before anyone even attempts to comment.