what a mess life
has  become
a bees nest of hyperactive wings
beating all hell furiously out the air

a buzz

thought I stopped
being that quivering mass
shrunken up
into a nest all alone

got a shower moved away from the
queen
got an apt way out
in Bee God's country

caught a new sense of
gravity lost my wings
floated still
above the scene

happiness still had
her way of being coy
hardships came and went
and that queen

always was  on my mind
I heard her attendants
wings beat
a million times a second

in my mind's eye

that taste of honey calling...