This would be my most empirical debacle to date — a bumblebee
clocked into life by itself, on its own, having its own quarrel in
-side. I’m certain its lack of manners or historicity
is a flaw like smearing vetiver over its mad, abstract body.

Not mad but apeshit, the bee shoots for an exit to the coast
hitting the air in lithe shorthand coupled with fast
puffiness and a black-to-yellow color of sane amalgamation.