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,