Aware of his flowery tongue <br />(See 'Elevation' a.k.a. 'Early Morning Light') , <br />Bloating in their own quivered sweetness, <br />Twilight flowers despair at coming night: <br /> <br />'For us, it is a question excesstential. <br />Tell us of your human plight. <br />What do you bloat yourself with <br />To get you to the night? '<br /><br />douglas scotney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-xxxxxxi-the-excesstential-question/
