EARLY-BiRD EPiTAPH

EARLY DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN YOU GET THE WORM; OFTENTiMES, ALL YOU GET iS TO SQUiRM AT OTHERS' SUCCESS WHiLE YOU'RE LEFT SQUiNTiNG AT YOUR OWN REGRETS...FROM THE NOSE BLEEDS WHERE NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN BEHiND YOU…TRULY?

WAiT…EXCEPT FOR…MAYBE…

NiTES iN FRONT OF A ROUND TABLE THAT STiLL GET TO SLAY GiANTS, DRAGONS EVEN...ODDLY...FAiLiNG OUR OWN VAULTS; FAULTiNG OUR OWN OCEANS, BiRDS STiLL SORE FROM A RAiN OF SALTS AND BARLEYS AND NEVERENDiNG NOTiONS.

NOT OF GESTALT OR HARLEYS...FAST…FURiOUS…CURiOUS...SORRiES?

LOUD AND CLEAR...?

LOUD-AND-CLEAR LANDMiNE MAYBE!?

SS MiNNOWS SOMEHOW…SOMEWAY… … ALLERGiC TO WORM?

SOMEDAY…STERiLE SOULS?

PORCH-LiGHT PANTOMiMES

RUNTS RARE; SMALL, BUT...FiRM...STEADFAST...STOiC...SORRY...

FULL OF WiNDOWS, YET EMPTY OF AGENCY; BUT, ONLY BECAUSE OUR WORDS REAK LOUDER THAN ACTiONS THAT COME iN PEACE ONLY TO BREAK US iNTO A MiLLiON PiECES FOR FEAR OF FLYiNG FORWARD…BACKWARDS...LONGWAYS...SiDEWAYS...FiNiSHED...

ALL OF US BECOMiNG HARES, TORTOiSE, BiRDS AND SNAiLS…MAYBE (jUSt) MAYBE EVEN SOMEHOW SOMEWAY SOMEDAY EVER-HOWLiNG WOLVES WiTH…

WORMS AT OUR BACKS?