This poem is actually very gimmicky. It is an attempted attempt at fusion. Cause and result have been made to occupy a common plane; enough to drive me insane.
The author has tried to analyse some not yet existing lines In a vaguely sonnet form. But in that case, result has preceded cause because the poem
Only comes into existence on completion of the analysis. What then was the poet analysing?
Yet the poem and its analysis exist occupying the same frame.
In other words the content and its criticism are one and the same.