What Would They Say

There is no one left for explana-tion… They are all gone, The violent end has come… Revving up since realization, Of the abstract. NO, NO, NO, NO, Hope. Another one- Love, yet another- Space well there’s a fact. So how do we…decide? On the dot of midnight demised. Quasar, no, galaxy Red-blue. Maybe the work of a gypsy. AGGressive-ly dealt with- In order to paint wilted whispers. Van Gogh would be proud! Of this wonder we allowed to be unplowed- Ab st ract. Abst raction.