The original marriage kaput. Poetry is like a wife that got dumped after she put her husband through law school. Come out of the closet, the maxim says. Words on the page is still closet work. Poetry out of the closet makes life different, and that's the point.
Secrets are worthless.
Only poetry remains of value. It replaces thoughts about refrigerators, cars, and the latest designs from New York. It must even replace Christmas, as we now know it. Naturally, this appears as madness to the Platonic Guardians of the Hierarchy and its Laws. Mystifying the divine is an ancient tactic of elitist ideologies.