Think very compressed Kawabata palm-of-the-hand stories...compressed the way coal yields diamond. But then think of a diamond becoming a blackhole.
The mind falls through these poems into another dimension, rather the way Homer Simpson falls through the toroidal opening in television's Flatland in that one Halloween episode and ends up in our world, and is left wondering why people are looking at him in wonder or terror as he's just walking down the street.*
Yes, that is the way the mind ends up after reading these poems.