Outside is the hive mind where it hurts to hunt for facts
Were the bees will sting me to prevent things from being seen
So I stow the words in a honeyed larva
A sweet secret space where no one has to face
Any uncomfortable issues
And from that hole is birthed a blackness
Soft sickles slice through the sadness
Forgets to destroy the madness
And I lose myself
In one drop of delicious conformity after another