Any resemblence to fact in this poem is strictly coincidental. I don't have anything against abstract art, but I get a kick out of people trying to figure out what the artist was trying to say, when in effect, they were just putting together a color palette on canvas to go in a particular room of their home. It is just pretty colors, like some poetry I have read, have no message or is so buried in abstractions that it is totally lost in the pretty words. Not to say it doesn't take talent, it takes a real command of the language to do that, but the purpose of language is to communicate and if the message is encoded, it kind of leaves me dry.