Cloud-Carrier

you carry a stone gaze
on four feathers
you carry a stone sigh
on four leaves
using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
refreshes the facade of kisses
waters the symmetrical souls
that drop from their left hands
into their right-hand mouths
and gobble one another down without kid gloves
using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
gives night to a day
that's dressed to the hilt
and that flies off with posh ears
and snowy shoes
to alight on the head of a star
that imitates the human voice

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