I was stung by a bee
And everyone seemed to notice but me
Solid in my solace
Your commotion created chaos
Turning the moment to a prick-
I felt the stinger stick--
Still numb with boredom
I never feared if the bee neared
But everyone else appeared and cleared
Mayans say bees bridge the way
Between the natural world and the underworld
But I am somewhere in between
Stuck in motifs of brief beliefs
Dear Bee, do you wish to say something to me?
Or did you simply wish to flea free?
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