It is quite unfortunate, yes
But the circumstances
Conspired for us
To find ourselves
On the opposite side
Of this tangled mess of a web
Which I could have not
Stepped into but
How should I have known
Of you?
In the deep thick fog
That I was in
Only way ahead
Was by feeling
And whoops my bad
The beehive seemed soft
Could I have chosen
To not squeeze so hard?
Yes but then
I wouldn't have been running
So quick to
Stumble into you.
It just a matter of logistics now
To get the bees out
Of my honey-covered hands
and body, and the hive
That covers me.
Right?
So awkward.
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