That the word missing should

cease to carry the word ‘ing’                            like a shapeshifting margin.

It is right for the sun      to act like a headless          fortune cookie.

I am sorry if panic does not believe in X.

Like the tongue can scramble

for the corners of water molecules.

As if the night spends the entire night        stuffing the sky with improbable stars.

The brain should stop                                      narrating

code words to bedtime stories.

Like walking halfway gives loyalty

four hundred lives.

Or four million.

To spare the vowels from getting                                                         marked a ‘C’,

from lying again to clay morphed air.

.

The horses have refused to          observe atoms from inside out,

                                           again.