Besides agreeing with Kathra, let me attempt modestly to expand on this viewpoint. From the view of a writer as well as a critic. On reviewing, I notice the quaint irony to your conclusion: as if it were a fault of yours but I hope to God that it never makes sense to you. Fascinating sentiment. Holding one's breath is both hard and riddled with suspense. That you begin this way tells me that a mood of suspense is pending. I dug that too. The arrangement of lines, line length, crossed words and so on adds to the general feel of the poem. All told, I agree with her opinion. But I needed to say more.