Love Poem: What Would They Say

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.