I’m inclined to believe
That the most incomprehensible situations have happened to writers, poets…
Because they are the ones,
with the ability and hence responsibility, to breathe life into the corpse of the intangible:
giving it life;
Then clothing it with the most beautiful of robes;
And proceed to delicately cleaning each crevice…
Removing all debris
Just so that there can be no question in the minds of the not so inclined.
Of what the intangible means.