Why poem?

Poem for thoughts which are disparate, loosely bound to each with thin threads spread long, just dangling together, barely forming meaning. But there are thoughts like this, feelings like this, which fall apart when I put logic of grammar or physics.

Thoughts which spread thin the more I use words to explain them, not because they are weak, but are noble-y frail; which exist for a moment and need to be read in a moment, for a too long sustained read erases past words, and only present(in now) words can do.