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How to live like a souled ape
In five quick steps from the trees—

Touch us, too. Don’t leave out that.
We’re still warmth that likes to curl,

Much as we’re in thrall to tales.
Come give us a hug. No talk.

The sun is bright on my head.
I would kiss it if I could,

If I were a cat and not
A souled ape stuck in a poem.