When your stomach is full of bees,
Days pass in a buzzing blur.
Everything that happens,
Is mixed in with the stir.
You long for safe resting,
For the moment you’ll lay your head.
You may sleep for a while.
Some nights you’ll wonder instead.
If you are there, in rumination,
I wish you gentle peace.
I wish you breath of purer air,
And the bees release.
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